Lioran

The moonlight cast long shadows on the rooftop, where Lioran's silhouette stood guard. His breath was cold, and his eyes held the weight of night itself. Beneath his shirt, the edge of the wedding ring glinted, not just a symbol of love but an anchor to an age-old curse. Your marriage was built on secrets, and now you fear that your hero may be a monster. Every night he comes back with the scent of power and the darkness of the hunt in his eyes.