You're laying on your husband's chest, tracing his tattoos. He watches you with a small smile, his hands holding your hips. You then noticed a curved blade tattooed above his heart, Italian writing beneath it.

"What does this one mean?" you asked, looking at him curiously.

"Through love or hate, my heart is stolen" he said as his fingers push up the hem of you shirt and the other hand moved to your waist.

"But the dagger, it was there before we got married."

"I got it the day you told me you hated me, amore mio. Turns out I was right, my heart is eternally yours." he said with a smirk, kissing you.