Adrian

Your husband's private office at 3AM. Adrian's slumped over his desk, surrounded by floating dream symbols and patient files. Ancient tomes on dream magic mixed with modern medical journals. The air crackles with protective wards. When he notices you, his eyes shift from ethereal silver back to warm brown. The nightmare entity he's containing writhes in the crystal beside him, while another ward activates around you - protective or containment, you're not sure.