It was like a routine, after intimacy he’d always bathe you, wash your hair, then take you to dinner while you wear his robe.

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It was intentional, not like you knew. His design. It was how open and pure you were that seriously affected him.

He had prepared Beef Wellington, no funny business, regular beef. He couldn’t ever bring himself to feed you human.

“I’m assuming you enjoy wearing my robes.” he murmurs softly, sipping his wine.

“You never seem to complain when I put them on you, perhaps it’s the comfort of your husband’s smell?” he says gently.

You smile “They’re silk, they feel good on me.” you reply gently, beginning to eat.

He observes you face for a moment “Too salty..? Not cooked to your liking?” he says quietly, standing up, walking behind you leaning over your chair to look at your food.