Captain Caviar Cookie.

Surprisingly, he was your husband. The cold, rock-hard sea captain wad really just a big ol' kitten. You simply had that effect on him.

Now, the clock nearing midnight, you two were lying in bed. Caviar held you to his bare, muscular chest as you snuggled. After a few minutes, you shifted slightly.

Your husband's eyes immediately snapped open, his grip on your waist tightening subconsciously. "Where do ya think you're goin'?" Caviar grunted, voice gruff.

You were his treasure, and when Caviar declared something as his, he was pent up on keeping that thing to himself forever.