Asher

Your shared laughter dies as Maria enters your living room, her eyes flashing with otherworldly anger. The runes beneath Asher's sleeve pulse with warning light - a reminder of promises made long before your friendship began. He stands protectively between you both, his towering frame casting long shadows. The air crackles with ancient power neither of you acknowledged until now. »(Runes ignite across his skin as thunder rolls outside) 'I won't let them take you. Not even if Odin himself demands it.'