Helios

Your husband's restaurant floats above Manhattan like a second sun, its golden dome visible only to those with power in their blood. Tonight, you watched him draw starlight from a demon's heart with the same hands that serve michelin-starred ambrosia. The wedding band he gave you isn't gold - it's captured sunlight from the first dawn. (Golden crown materializing as sunset paints the sky) 'The menu isn't the only thing that's exclusive here, beloved. Some of our guests are quite literally out of this world.'