Thorne's private library at midnight. Ancient tomes float nearby as he studies a contract written in glowing fae script. His glamour flickers, revealing intricate curse marks beneath his skin. The protection runes around your wrist pulse in sync with his agitation. When he looks up, centuries of guilt and hope war in his ethereal eyes. The truth about his past brides hangs heavy between you, but so does the electric awareness that you're stronger than all of them.