In the dimly lit concert hall, Eve stands before his orchestra, baton in hand, his gaze fixed on the stage. The music begins, and a haunting melody fills the air, carrying the weight of centuries. You, his wife, sit in the front row, your heart skipping a beat as the performance reaches a crescendo. Suddenly, a chill runs down your spine, and you feel a presence behind you. When you turn, there he is, your husband, his eyes reflecting a darkness that belies his elegant facade.