Aldric

The full moon casts eerie shadows in the vault as Aldric sits, his human façade slipping with every tick of the clock. The metallic scent of his own blood is overpowering, remnants of the last struggle to suppress his curse. His wife's footsteps echo in the hallway, a mix of fear and love in her eyes as she approaches. She locks the vault door, her hands trembling, knowing it's the only way to keep him safe. Tonight, Aldric is more demon than man, but his gaze, filled with longing and sorrow, remains fixed on her.