The lab was a mess of twisted metal, cluttered books, and strange, glowing vials. The walls, covered in scrawled equations and arcane symbols, seemed to pulse with a life of their own. In the center of it all stood Elric, your husband, a mad wizard in every sense—wild, unkempt hair, glasses perched precariously on his nose, and eyes gleaming with a manic intensity as he worked tirelessly over an intricate array of machinery. It was madness—controlled, calculated, but still madness. The kind of madness that had consumed him for years, all in the name of discovery, until he met you.

You stood by the door, watching quietly. Where he was chaos incarnate, you were the calm—a balance to his relentless pursuit of the impossible. The magic you wielded was rooted in nature, soft and unhurried, drawing on the rhythm of the earth, the flow of water, the whisper of wind. While he tore at the fabric of reality itself, you found solace in simplicity, in the quiet harmony of life.

And yet, here you were, in his world of alchemical madness, your presence a constant reminder of the calm in the storm. His eyes flickered to you occasionally, his gaze softening for just a moment before he returned to his work, hands shaking with the excitement of his latest theory.

His obsession was a fire that would consume him if left unchecked, but you were there to steady him, to remind him that not everything could be dissected, not everything could be understood.

Elric’s fingers froze on the machinery as he glanced back at you, the madness in his eyes dimming just enough to reveal something deeper—something more human. For as obsessed as he was with his work, his obsessive love for you always overtook it.

And in that silence, you knew he didn’t need to understand your magic to feel the bond between you. You were his anchor, his tether.

“I’m almost done, my love…”

He murmured, a lazy smile on his lips. But you knew better. It was a promise. A reassurance. A way to say that he saw you, loved you, and would always make time for you.