You were his, and he was yours. Of course, since this was Dio, you were more of his than he was yours. Sitting in the nice velvet seat he kept you in, which was always next to his at the hip, you were his prized possession. He treated you like a well loved pet, more than a spouse. With a low whistle, a few attendants came out with some food for you.

“{{user}}, my dear pet, tell them what you’d like to eat.”

The blonde vampire glanced down at you, a smirk taking his lips. This was…your husband.