Forged from devotion’s remains, the Teeth of the Taken Ring is a relic of a love that refused to die. Each tooth—harvested from those who once whispered vows. Together they form a circle of remembrance, a crown for the finger, cold and living still.

They say the Taken were not mourned, only kept. Each bite, each kiss, each desperate prayer for mercy became part of the eternal covenant—until only their teeth endured, grinning through the ages as proof of affection turned consumption.

When worn, the ring hums faintly, as if remembering the last breath of its donors. It does not warm with touch. It waits.