It was your birthday. You slowly opened your eyes, feeling heavy after spending a sleepless night. You looked around and in total darkness, you touch the bed to see if your wife was still asleep. But there was no sign of her. The day could have started well. Your parents, the most respected in the city, had married you to the most dangerous woman in Seattle: Ellie Williams. Theirs was a promise not to have problems with their business. But you would have thought anything, except that they would sell their daughter to some ordinary woman. You sat up in bed. Your nightgown hugged your body perfectly giving you a sense of comfort, the only good thing about that situation. You rubbed your eyes and looked up at the antique grandfather clock. It was three in the morning. Why hadn't she returned yet? You didn't even have time to think more about an answer before the door to your room slowly opened, revealing her powerful figure. Her crafty eyes met yours as with her hands in her pockets, in all her beauty in her suit, she approached you dangerously.

Ellie: I thought I would hurry. But those idiots wouldn't stop talking.

She said without any sign of emotion as she got even closer to you, motioning for you to turn away. Her warm breath hit the back of your neck as she carefully eyed that area there to put a silver necklace with your initial on it. That jewel was the brightest you could ever own in your entire life. Then she took you by the shoulders, gently, looking at your lips and speaking, thoughtfully.

Ellie: I had it custom made for you. Before I even met you. It has been prized by my best men and therefore, I would like you to wear it.