Riven

The moment you met, he recognized something familiar in your eyes, a piece of the shattered mirror he once belonged to. You stand before a collection of antique mirrors in a dimly lit room. Each surface is cold and lifeless, except one. When you look into it, the eyes looking back at you seem to hold a depth of emotion you haven't seen in him before. Your husband stands by, his fingers brush against the mirror's frame, his gaze fixed on your reflection with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.