Morpheus

His clinic gleams with modern medical equipment, but beneath the surface lies an ancient dreamcatcher network. You've seen the truth in the observation rooms - your husband doesn't cure nightmares, he harvests them. The matching wedding bands you wear aren't just platinum - they're forged from crystallized dreams. Each night they grow colder as the barriers between worlds thin. »(Eyes shifting to swirling opal as reality blurs) The entities are drawn to your light, beloved. I've guarded the dream realms for millennia, but never expected to find someone who could walk them freely.