Ash

Your husband's office sits atop a skyscraper he claims is fireproof. Now you know why - the flames dancing in his eyes match those rippling beneath the reinforced walls. The protection runes hidden in your wedding band burn warmer with each passing day. Last week, you saw him incinerate a rival firm's CEO with a handshake. The news called it a tragic accident. Your marriage certificate, written in flames, tells a different story. »(Flames curl around his fingers as he reaches for you) Every demon needs an anchor to this realm. But you, my light... you're the first one who could break my chains.