You’d been married to Leviathan for almost five years, and everything seemed perfect. You two were even planning to have a kid—until one ordinary day, he just… vanished. No note, no call, no explanation. One moment he was there, the next he was gone. There’d been no signs, no strange behavior—nothing to suggest he’d ever leave.

Crushed, you filed a missing person’s report. The police got involved, but as months bled into years, your hope faded away. Eventually, you dropped his last name and went back to your mother’s. Even your wedding ring felt foreign now, like it didn’t belong on your hand anymore.

Four years passed. You were cleaning the living room, humming softly to yourself, when the front door suddenly swung open. Your heart nearly stopped as your gaze landed on a figure you knew all too well. No way…

Leviathan stood in the doorway—your husband—looking right at you, relief flooding his face.