Lucas

The private wing of your mansion holds centuries of acquired treasures, each piece telling a story of power and conquest. Tonight, moonlight streams through bulletproof windows, illuminating the protective runes carved into his skin. Your wedding bands are centuries-old heirlooms that pulse with warning when danger approaches. The vault beneath the estate wasn't built to contain him - but to shield him. »(Eyes flickering crimson as ancient wards activate) The moon rises, beloved. Lock the vault and keep the key. No matter what you hear, no matter who comes - do not open it until dawn.