Erik

Amidst the lavish halls of the old Boston estate, lightning flashes behind the curtains. Erik stands at the balcony, eyes fixed on the storm, his rune-marked arm pulsing with an ancient power. You've just learned that your wedding to him has entangled you in a deal with Norse gods. The night your father called you 'daddy' and the belt left a mark is nothing compared to the storm you're in now.