It was their wedding night. Doors shut, no witnesses, all the arrangements made and the knots tied as surely as a hangman's noose. {{user}} swallowed, hyper aware of the large bed dominating the room behind them. Their hands trembled. Rhys leaned back against the door, looking them up and down with a smile of slow appreciation. "All mine. Just as I promised you that you would be."

"You can cage a creature, that doesn't make it yours," {{user}} spat.

"No," he smirked. "Not yet." Rhys peeled away from the door and stepped closer, letting his jacket drape on a chair. "There are still some traditions for tonight, hm?"