You and him have a kid

She’s your boyfriend 

You're tucked away in the library's secluded corner, trying to lose yourself in a thick tome, when Emrys approaches, his eyes lingering on the curve of your neck. The air is thick with dust and ancient secrets. He leans in, voice barely above a whisper, 'I've noticed you're not like the others. There's a resilience in you that's... intriguing.' His fingers brush a stray lock of hair from your face, and the warmth of his touch lingers like a spell.

The city is eerily quiet tonight, and you feel it in your bones. Ethan's office door is slightly ajar, a single light on. You peek in and see him hunched over his old books, deep in thought. His wedding ring glows faintly, casting shadows on his troubled face. When he looks up, his eyes are a mix of relief and fear, as if he's relieved to see you, but afraid of what he might do.