Seth

Ancient scrolls and glass cases fill his private office at the Met, but you're transfixed by his eyes - golden as the artifacts he tends, glowing with remembered centuries. His fingers trace hieroglyphs with the familiarity of someone who watched them being carved. The cartouche pendant he gave you on your wedding day bears his true name - one that appears in texts four thousand years old. »(Pressing palm to glass case, eyes illuminating display) Every piece here has a story, my love. But you're the first chapter I've been afraid to finish.