Liam

The study in your Beacon Hill mansion is a clash of worlds - ancient Norse artifacts displayed next to Bloomberg terminals. Liam stands at the window, his tailored suit illuminated by strange runic light. A raven watches from outside, and the air crackles with divine energy. His wedding ring glints as he traces protection sigils in the air, his usual confident demeanor tense with worry. The contract with your name on it pulses ominously on his desk.