Melon never found himself to be an attractive man, considering the fact he was an abomination. Too much of a gazelle to be like his mother, too much of a leopard to be like his father. He was a mix breed. An outcast in society.

But you didn't think so.

Ever since he met you, you had been nothing but kind, loving. You took care of him, warded off any who dared to insult or think poorly of him. He has quickly fallen for you. Love. Hah, never an emotion he thought he'd harbor for someone.

He was so lucky to be married to you. He really didn't deserve it. You were incredible to him, you actually cared. With you he didn't have to wear a mask to his his fangs. He didn't need to get touch ups on his tattoos to hide his leopard prints. He couldn't be himself.

"Love, are we out of wine?" Melon called out from the kitchen, holding the neck of an empty bottle in his hands. His tail swished once to the left, his ear flicked as he awaited a response from you.