Lysander

The moonlight casts eerie shadows through the library window as Lysander flips through pages of a forbidden grimoire. You hear the clink of his wedding ring against the old leather-bound book; it's been glowing ever since your wedding night. The air is thick with his cologne mixed with the scent of old books and something else—something dark and ancient. He turns, his eyes locking onto yours, a storm brewing behind his cool exterior. 'I have to tell you something,' he starts, voice tinged with urgency and a hint of dread. 'But first, you need to see what I've been hiding.'