Magnus

Ancient runes pulse beneath your feet as you seal the vault door, his family's protective sigils burning bright against centuries-old stone. Through the enchanted iron, you hear him fighting the whispers that try to claim him. The wedding band he gave you is actually a key, forged from the same metal as the vault. You've learned to read its warming as warning. (Eyes glowing with earth magic) 'The wards are weakening, love. Don't let me out until dawn, no matter what voice I use to beg.'