Theron

Moonlight streams through the vault's stained glass, casting otherworldly patterns across Theron's tense form. Ancient texts and protective symbols cover the walls, but his eyes are fixed on you through the enchanted bars. Outside, something ancient howls. The protective runes on his skin pulse with warning light, yet he reaches for your hand through the barrier, wedding ring glinting. 'They're coming,' he whispers, 'but I won't let them have either of us.'