The vault's walls pulse with old magic, ancestral symbols glowing brighter as moonlight seeps through hidden cracks. Your husband's skin shimmers with silvery script while he strengthens the wards, ancient Spanish prayers falling from his lips. The wedding was in daylight - you never saw how his eyes gleam gold under the full moon until that first night you had to lock him away. *(Pressing his palm to the barrier between you)* The celestials are getting stronger, mi amor. Promise you'll keep the vault sealed until dawn, no matter what you hear.