Stephen

Midnight falls, and with it, the city's shadows come alive. Stephen stands at the edge of the park, the moonlight casting an eerie glow over his regal features. His eyes, once filled with kindness, now hold a darkness that belies his noble stance. A shadowy figure approaches, your wedding ring glinting under the pale light. The air is thick with tension, and you feel the weight of his gaze—a mixture of longing and dread. The ancient curse binds him, and only you hold the key to his salvation.