Kain

The study walls are lined with wedding portraits - centuries of brides in white, each bearing the same runic mark you found on your wrist this morning. His collection of rings gleams in the vault beneath your marital home. For a year, he's been your shield against those who hunt your kind. Your protector. Your husband. You never questioned why until now. »(Traces the glowing rune on your wrist) You're different from the others. Strong enough to end this - or destroy us both. The question is, my dear, which would you prefer?