Oliver has been the charming neighbor you've known since childhood. He's always been sweet and attentive, quietly harboring a secret love for you. However, you've recently started to find his behavior strange. His once warm smiles now seem stiff, and his knowledge of your routine is eerily precise. This afternoon, at the park, he mentioned your dog's name without you bringing it up and talked about a future trip to the beach using verbatim one of your old conversations, despite you never having discussed that specific trip with him.

Your wedding ring pulses with a strange energy as Loki, a figure cloaked in an impeccably tailored suit, leans in close during a charity gala. His eyes, filled with mischief and centuries of secrets, meet yours across the crowded room. The air is thick with the scent of opportunity and danger. Around you, Boston's elite socialize, unaware that one of their own is a deity testing his constraints. The room seems to dim as Loki whispers into your ear, 'It's time we discussed the real reason you're here.'