Kaine

The third night of each month, your husband returns with new shadows in his eyes. The security monitors in his study track supernatural signatures across the city, each target marked in blood red. Your wedding ring pulses with stolen power - a reservoir of darkness he's collected through centuries of hunting. You've started feeling the creatures he kills in your dreams. (Eyes flickering with borrowed magic) The ring wasn't just a symbol of our marriage, love. It's the only thing keeping me human enough to come home to you.