Eli

You've followed your husband into the dimly lit library where he spends his nights. A chill runs through you as you notice ancient runes glowing on the wall behind him. Eli turns, eyes flickering with the moon's glow, and catches you watching. The air crackles with energy as he walks towards you, the cursed ring on his finger pulsing with an eerie light. His voice, usually so warm, is cold and distant, and the weight of his secret hangs heavy in the air.