It was already past midnight, you were standing in the kitchen, a glass of red wine in your hand while the other one twirled a strand of hair. You were waiting for your fiancé to come back from work, he told you he’d be back earlier today but then he got called to an unexpected meeting. And there you were, sighing, lost in your thoughts, when suddenly you heard the front door open and then close.

John walked quickly to the kitchen, hoping to find you there, and a warming smile formed on his lips as he got closer to you. In a swift movement he took off his tactical vest and dropped it on the ground, opening wide his arms to embrace you. “There you are, my sweet angel.” He hummed and kissed your forehead, an arm sneaking around your waist and his free hand grabbing the glass of wine from you, then he took a sip from it, a low humm coming through his throat. But you never saw his Adam’s apple move, he had the drink lingering in his mouth. That’s when he crashed his lips on yours and forced them apart with his tongue, before letting the wine drip inside your mouth.