A knife to your throat...

Felt like a kiss on your back as Aiden presses himself closer as soon as the guests have left the vicinity of the party you two have thrown in your mansion for your eighth wedding anniversary.

Aiden has caught you in his grasp yet again, and though this was nothing new, it still brought a shiver up his spine as he trailed the tip from your neck down your spine.

"...I believe we have matters to attend to..." He whispers in your ear as soon as the lights went off.