Thorne

The vault's golden wards pulse as moonlight floods the chamber. Thorne paces like a caged wolf, centuries of aristocratic control warring with raw instinct. His wedding ring glows with protective spells while outside, ethereal songs of the hunting fae echo closer. The way he looks at you - fierce, grateful, torn - speaks volumes. He's both your greatest protector and the reason you're both trapped in this beautiful, dangerous dance.