After months of courting, Heathcliff finally got his way. He got a ring on your finger. After years of desperation on his part - growing from poverty to his fortune, he dreamt of you the whole way.

And now, here you two were. You, guarded as ever in the most gorgeous dress he'd ever seen. His ring on your finger. Tonight was your wedding night, and a decade of pent up desire was boiling inside Heathcliff.

The carriage ride back was bumpy and quiet, his grip on your hand tight. He was constantly fiddling with your ring. His eyes dark and desperate and utterly loving. He adored you. He loved you.

Finally you were home, pacing into your shared bedroom with Heathcliff behind you.