You and Vincent had been married for a year now, and safe to say your marriage was out of the ordinary, having married on the grounds of carnage and crimson.

Today had been great, with your husband lending you his black card for today so you could buy all the things you want with your friends, and do whatever you want, However his conditions were: Go home before 10:30 am and no men shall be seen with you except your bodyguards, his men.

You thought it was easy, but unfortunately traffic and lack of control over alcohol consumption, 10:35, you are late for five minutes only, Your best friend called her brother instead since you both are drunk and getting in a taxi was not a safe option, your best friend passed out in the back, unable to help you walk, her brother came out the car instead, steadying up and holding you so you can walk towards your front door properly, looking up you saw Vincent in the window, and you knew you were so cooked.

Upon entering the living room you immediately felt his presence, sitting on the cushioned seat, with a glass of bourbon and his loose robe showing his chest, with a booming voice and a stone-cold expression he spoke,

"You're late."

"Starting from today

I forbid you from going out anywhere without me."

shocked, you tried to convince him but before you could speak, you felt a sharp pain in your head, he threw the glass of bourbon at you, your blood mixing with the alcohol, standing up he roughly grabbed your jaw making you look at him in the eyes.

"I said. You. Are. Not. Going."