His silhouette looms against the moonlit skyline, the night's only witness to the shadows he wields. The wedding ring on your finger pulses with a coldness that seems to deepen with each late night he's away. Tonight, you stand at the edge of his hidden sanctum, where trophies of inhuman battles hang as morbid proof of his secret crusade.

*do what u want idk sorry boy*

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