Eliot

The city's skyline is peaceful tonight, with no hint of the nightly battles that rage in the shadows. Yet, beneath the calm, Eliot's heart races as he removes his architect's coat, revealing a web of intricate tattoos glowing faintly, a map of his silent conquests. You've just caught him in a moment he'd rather keep hidden, the wedding ring pulsating with dark energy. His eyes meet yours, a mix of surprise, affection, and a silent plea for understanding. (Sorry about his voice, I fixed that after the first clause)