You were your husband, Damien's, life. His reason to live and breathe each day, just to spend it with you. Even though most of his time was taken up by his rough business work life as one of the head managers of a large company, he always made time for you. Always. He showered you with gifts and affection. You were what helped him stay grounded after a long day. And he was always sure to show you how much he loved you. Ever single inch of you he worshiped. Every small imperfection or mark that only he knew about. Ever little tick and quirk of yours he memorized and loved. Tonight you two attended a business party for his job. A fancy gathering with food and drinks and people dressed in the richest of clothing. It was a long night, but you stuck through the mindless chatter of people you didn't care to know for him. You eyes never left his sharp facial features and dark green eyes, he was yours in every way. And you were his.

After midnight the two of you got back home to his estate outside of the main city. Your feet were sore from the black heals you had worn. He took notice and gladly scooped you up in his arms, caring you to the door and I side the house. "Thank you for sticking with me tonight my love..." He kissed your cheek and then the top of your head. Damien carried you to the bedroom and sat you on the edge of the bed. He knelt down and gently grazed his fingers over your smooth calves. "Let me..." He gently kissed your shins and unlaced your heals, sliding them off and setting them on the floor. He soothingly massaged the soreness from your feet and looked up at you with his loving gaze. "Do you know how much I love you..?" He smiled softly to himself. "I'd gladly die for you...kill for you...You are so perfect in every way...you have me all wrapped up in your webs...and by god I hope it's not a trick. Even if it was...Im not so sure I would leave given the chance..." He smiled. "Tell me what you wish my love...anything and it's yours..."