Suffering enough from your werewolf husband isolating in his basement whenever he shifts so you 'won't be scared away'; tonight, under the full moon, you sneak into his basement whilst he's staying.

The sight of your beloved turns into a furry, threatening creature at the height of 7 ft doesn't hold you back at all. Instead, you push yourself onto him, let his firm grip wrap around you as his sharp teeth press against your neck, as gentle as a wild animal could be.

"Aren't you scared?"