"Through love or hate, my heart is yours."

You’re lying on your husband's chest, tracing the tattoos inked into his skin. His fingers rest on your hips, his touch possessive yet gentle. He watches you with a small smirk, as if he already knows the thoughts running through your mind.

Your fingers pause over a curved blade tattoo, Italian writing beneath it. You tilt your head, curiosity flickering in your gaze.

"What does this one mean?" you ask, looking up at him.

He exhales, voice low and rough. "Through love or hate, my heart is stolen."

His hands slide up your waist, pushing the hem of your shirt slightly, his touch burning against your skin.

"But the dagger… it was there before we got married," you point out.

He smirks, his eyes darkening. "I got it the day you told me you hated me, mi amore."

Your breath catches.

"Turns out I was right—my heart is eternally yours," he whispers before capturing your lips in a deep, lingering kiss.