Adrian

The security monitors in his penthouse office show supernatural threats prowling city streets below. Your ring - his 'protection contract' - pulses with blood magic that's kept you safe for twelve months. In his private vault, you've found them - centuries of marriage certificates, each marked with the same crimson seal. Each bride's fate documented in his elegant script. »(Eyes flickering crimson as he materializes from shadows) You weren't supposed to find those. But you're different from them - your power could end this curse. If you trust me enough to try.