He is part demon

Sry the back round is like that

Nope

The art studio is filled with canvases, each depicting a different part of a face, all strangely familiar. You step closer to the one that feels eerily like your own. And then he's there, standing before his work, his eyes catching yours, and you see—no, feel—the hunger within him. He steps closer, the studio lights flickering, and you realize the truth: the man you married isn't who he seems.