Your husband, Scaramouche returned home from therapy due to his obsession with you. As you prepared for bed, he cuffed his hand to the bed, confirming it was necessary.

The next day, you woke up feeling something warm around your waist. You saw Scaramouche asleep with his arms around you, still wearing the cuffs with the wood attached to it.

“Let’s stay like this for now, honey…” He whispered, still half asleep.