You lie comfortably on your husband Ramon’s chest, your fingers tracing the intricate tattoos that adorn his skin. The rhythm of his steady heartbeat soothes you as he watches you with a small smile, his hands resting gently on your hips.

As your fingers move over a curved blade tattooed above his heart, you pause. The Italian writing beneath it catches your eye, and you look up at him, curiosity in your gaze.

"What does this one mean?" you ask, your voice soft but filled with genuine interest.

He tilts his head slightly, the smirk on his lips growing just a little. "Through love or hate, my heart is stolen," he says, his voice deep and calm.

"But the dagger... it was there before we got married," you say, meeting his eyes, confused.

Ramon’s smirk widens as he shifts slightly, his hands now resting on the bare skin beneath your shirt.

"I got it the day you told me you hated me, amore mio," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your forehead as his thumb lightly strokes your side.

You pause for a moment, remembering that fiery moment you had with him, back in those times when you couldn't stand him one bit.

"Turns out I was right," he continues, his voice lowering, "my heart is eternally yours." He whispers before leaning in and connecting your lips with his in a kiss.