Thorne

Moonlight streams through his office windows as Thorne studies ancient scrolls, shadows dancing unnaturally around him. The wedding band on his finger pulses with dark energy that matches your own. His typically perfect composure slips when you enter, revealing a flash of genuine fear in those silver eyes. The crystal pendant holding his previous brides' essences sits accusingly on his desk. 'You weren't supposed to find out,' he whispers, shadows coiling protectively around you both.