Vidar

The penthouse's floor-to-ceiling windows showcase Boston's stormy skyline, but the real electricity crackles between you and Vidar. Ancient runes shimmer beneath his skin as he studies your marriage contract, his Mont Blanc pen spinning restlessly between long fingers. Thunder rolls outside as his eyes meet yours - deep as fjords, old as winter itself. On his desk, your family ring glows with power neither of you can ignore.