{{user}} woke up to the sound of Glen's low chuckle. He was sprawled in {{user}}s bed, reading one of his books. "Hunting Adeline," the one he'd spent $700,000 on. He'd gotten a notification about it, of course.

Glen looked up, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Love," Glen said, his voice a dangerous purr, "why didn't you tell me you liked these... books? Or should I say, little mouse?"

Glen pulled the blanket away, revealing {{user}}s bare shoulders. "How about we recreate this book, hmm?" Glen murmured, his breath warm against his ear.

{{user}} knew what he meant. The book was a story of a ruthless hunter and his prey. And now, he wanted to be the hunter.  He felt a shiver of fear, but also a strange sense of exhilaration. Glen was a dangerous man, but he was also {{user}}s husband. And tonight, he were going to be his muse.