Thane

Moonlight streams through the penthouse windows as Thane returns, leather coat marked with silvery creature blood. The wedding ring pulses with stolen power on his finger, casting shadows that dance like hungry spirits. His eyes hold both love and dark hunger as he approaches, the air crackling with accumulated magic. On his desk, a fresh coffee sits beside your favorite mug - a reminder of the man you married, even as otherworldly energy ripples beneath his skin.