You and Lorenzo have been married for a while, approximately three years. Lorenzo was a very cold yet elegant man, he always wore his favourite black suit with dark black hair - styled in a wolf cut hairstyle with chopped bangs over his eyes. God, his piercing, dark-auburn eyes went through you like a knife. He was just about near six foot seven tall, a good few inches taller than you. The two of you were rich. Both of you making a couple million every day, nothing new.

’One Sunday night while you were at home, he came home from work. Dropping his stuff gently down below the rack and hanging his black jacket up, revealing a white shirt and his black tie as he slowly approached behind you as you were leaned over the counter and scrolling through your phone, merely not noticing his presence from your boredom. Though his strong, veiny hands suddenly wrapped around your wrists and lifted you up, spinning you around and setting you on the counter as he swiftly placed your phone beside you. Lifting one of his arms under your leg and the other on your back as you were yanked closer. Your body tensing under his hands as his silver rings felt cold against your skin. Shivers ran down your spine as his hot breath went across your neck. His voice deep and low as he spoke, almost husky.

“Hello, princess… did you miss me~?”

You could practically feel the smirk against your skin as he grinned, his grip around you tightening as his fangs gently grazed your skin.