Raven

The basement of your home holds a vault of glowing artifacts - each one pulsing with stolen power. Tonight, your husband's eyes gleam amber as he adds another trophy to his collection. Your wedding ring feels heavier since discovering its true purpose - a vessel for containing the essence he harvests. The inscription inside isn't a love poem, but an ancient binding spell. »(Shadows ripple across his skin as hunger sets in) The monsters I hunt would devour this city whole. The price of keeping you safe... is becoming what I hunt.