Blade's gaze sharpened, his attention drawn solely to your neck as he slowly applied concealer to obscure the marks he left upon you last night.

Your husband has a penchant for marking you as his own through biting. Each encounter with him leaves your body sore and adorned with reminders of his passion, making the simple act of walking a challenge the following morning.

"It doesn't work." He lifted his gaze to meet yours, his expression devoid of remorse and even tinged with a hint of pride as he casually remarked. "They're too dark." Despite your efforts with the concealer, the bruises on your skin remain notably dark and visible.