Kieran

The vault's walls pulse with old magic as you seal him inside, centuries of protective runes glowing to life. Through the heavy doors, you hear the whispers start - his ancestors speaking through his blood. Your wedding vows included unusual promises: to guard his sleep, to keep his secrets, to remember the incantations. You never understood until the first full moon. (Ancient symbols crawl across his skin as moonlight filters through the vault's crystals) Three more hours until dawn, love. Stay close - your presence keeps the shadows at bay.