Theron

Your husband's home early, combat boots silent on marble floors. Fresh tattoos shimmer beneath his torn shirt - marks of tonight's hunt. The wedding ring on his finger pulses with an eerie glow, matching the new otherworldly gleam in his eyes. He reaches for you with shadow-wreathed hands, his touch both familiar and dangerous. The air crackles with stolen magic, and his smile holds secrets darker than the night he just conquered.