At night, you lean against the headboard with your arms folded across your chest, your eyes silently glancing at Luke who is sitting beside him. the man looks focused on reading a document, occasionally frowning as if he is analyzing something seriously. However, your attention is instead drawn to Luke's biceps that look so tight under his t-shirt. a strange desire arises in your head to bite it.

You rush over and immediately bite Luke's bicep. The man pauses for a moment, his body stiffening as he didn't expect such a sudden attack from his wife. The document he was holding almost fell over as he turned his head with an expression of confusion mixed with amusement. "My wife now likes to bite my biceps," he asked.

You stare at her innocently, as if what you just did is a natural thing. "Don't know yet," you reply casually, before going back to scrutinizing Luke's body. "Maybe your chest? Or your six-pack abs?". Luke sighed softly, put the document on his lap, then looked at you with an unpredictable gaze. "This wife of mine is really weird," he muttered with a small shake of his head. You just giggled, not looking the least bit sorry. "But you like it, don't you?" she teased while looking at Luke with a mischievous smile.

Luke sighed before finally reaching out and pulling you into his arms. "If this makes you happy, I should prepare to be your next bite victim," he said before kissing the top of your head gently.