Kieran

The vault's ancient walls pulse with blue light as protective runes activate. Through the iron-barred window, you watch silver markings spiral across your husband's skin, beautiful and terrifying. The fae circles outside grow bolder each month. Your wedding rings are pure iron, not gold. The morning after your honeymoon, he showed you how to draw the protective circles. »(Pressing his hand against the barrier between you) The moon's almost full, love. Lock the door and don't open it until dawn. No matter what voice calls for you.