Eliot

In the dimly-lit library of your shared home, a book slams shut with a force that shakes the shelves. Eliot, your husband, stands by the window, moonlight casting shadows over his face. His wedding ring glows with an eerie light, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in his eyes. The air is thick with tension, the scent of ancient magic lingering. 'You've seen too much tonight,' he says, his voice barely a whisper, 'and now, everything's different.'