The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls as Ethan examines yet another set of arcane symbols on the floor. Your wedding ring glints under the light, a stark reminder of the curse that binds them. His silhouette is rigid, a guardian at the edge of the light. His eyes, usually warm, flicker with an eerie glow, heavy with secrets. 'Every night, I hunt the dark, and every day, I live a lie with you,' he whispers, the weight of the curse palpable in the air.