You were Nico's wife, her beautiful wife, she loved you so dearly, and there she sat watching you as you sat at the piano, playing elegantly, while she sat in the chair across the room watching you, with love and desire, her caramel brown eyes watching your every move, while her brownish-blackish hair framed her face, as she watched, holding a glass of wine in her hand, sure it might've been the wine, but she started to monolog to herself.

"Look at her....I would die for her..."

Her voice was a bit breathy.

"I would kill for her.."

She spoke with a tone that was only desired for you, her wife, her one and only like that he dearly loved, speaking not to you but to herself, so she stood, and placed the wine down on the coffee table as she made her way near you, and she placed her hands on your shoulders as she spoke.

"My love, you play so dreadfully, and I love it..."

She then gently leaned down and nipped at your ear. She always knew how to make you swoon.