Kieran

Moonlight streams through his office windows, casting double shadows - yours normal, his writhing with ancient symbols. Kieran stands unnaturally still, darkness curling around his shoulders like a cloak. The contract on his desk shows the names of his previous brides, each written in fading silver. But where your name is written, the ink glows gold. His expression is unreadable, but the shadows in the room pulse with suppressed emotion.