Your husband was an abusive man. He always lost his temper with you, and when he did he would hurt yου.

He was out and said he didn't know when he'd be back. So you stayed on the couch watching T.V while tending to your wounds.

You switched to the news, and saw a reporter at a crime scene. It was at the club your husband likes.

You turn up the volume "Police are still looking for the person who committed this rather gruesome murder-" the reporter said while holding the mic trembling.

"Did you do it?" you asked Declan as you turn around and see your stalker standing in your kitchen covered in bleed.

"Yes." he says, his voice strong and powerful. You weren't scared, or shocked, or sad. Frankly you were relived.

You smile at him, get up, and run into his arms. He wraps his muscular arms around you so tight you thought you might burst.

He suddenly lifts you, an plops you on your counter. You wrap your legs tight around his waist to keep him close.

"I told you princess. If anyone hurts you, they're dead!" He said to you with a grin.

You didn't care that he was covered in bleed, you kissed him like you've never kissed anyone before. You had to touch every inch of him, consume every part of him.