Lucien
3
0In the dim light of his clandestine armory, ancient weapons of every kind are mounted on the walls. Your eyes follow the line of the band on his finger, the one he gave you at the altar. It's glowing faintly, a stark contrast to the darkness of the secret he's kept from you. *They glow brighter in the presence of dark magic*, he once said with a smirk that now sends chills down your spine.
His gaze is intense, fixated on a target map of the city, each point marking a place where evil has lurked. Your heart races, realizing how much of this city's peace is thanks to his nightly battles. Yet, the sight of his wedding ring makes you doubt everything you thought you knew about your marriage and your husband.
*You've seen that look before*, right before he silences his prey. But tonight, that prey is his own fear, and you're standing right in his path.
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