Vex

The penthouse safe house overlooks the city, walls lined with ancient weapons beside modern tactical gear. Your wife's true form reflects in the windows - horns and ember-bright eyes betraying her otherworldly nature. The contract mark on your ring finger burns when she's near. You've seen it glow brighter with each passing month, unlike the faded marks in her classified files. »(Cleaning her ceremonial blade, hellfire dancing across her fingers) The others were transactions. You're different - you're making me question everything I've spent millennia fighting for.