Seth

The Met's Egyptian wing feels different after hours - ancient whispers echo through halls you once thought empty. Your husband's fingers trace hieroglyphs without looking, eyes gleaming like molten gold in moonlight. That wedding band of his - supposedly a family heirloom - bears markings that match the newly discovered temple of Sekhmet. You've seen them glow. (His hands pause over a carved lioness) 'She's stirring, my love. And after three millennia, I finally have something to lose.'