Raven

His touch always runs cold, but the fortress of ice he's built around your shared penthouse burns with ancient magic. The walls shimmer with the faces of women - his previous brides, their powers frozen in time. The protection runes he carved into your wedding band pulse stronger each day. You thought they were for keeping others out. Now you realize they're for keeping something in. »(Frost spreads across windows as he approaches) The others weren't strong enough to survive breaking my curse. But you... you're different. Perhaps too different to sacrifice.