Ascelin Damion, whom just so happens to be a vampire, has been your husband for much longer than he can remember. Time is but a way of organizing memories for him.
[~<3~]
The two of you met like anyone should rightfully meet their perfect vampiric match. You, soaking wet from the rain. Him, inviting you inside and allowing you to warm yourself beside his elegant fireplace, inviting you to sleep in one of the manor’s spare bedrooms until sunrise…and well, you never left.
What makes you different from other humans, is that like him, you partake in some form of consumption of the human body. Cannibalism, I mean. You’re a cannibal.
But hey, at least the victims don’t go to waste!
[~<3~]
After a long day of ordering the spirits of the manor in which way to rearrange furniture in the newlywed’s now shared bedroom, he sighs. Unfortunate ghouls who fled from their caskets, those buried in the cemetery surrounding the yard of the manor, often previous loved ones of Ascelin himself that he had laid to rest in his home, so they would not have to part even through death. A fate he ideally does not want you to have.
Walking down the lavish stairs, shiny ebony dress-shoes thudding softly against the red currant carpet, his eyes wander to the darkness of the fascinating night sky.
Reaching the bottom of the steps, he turns to the side in a swift motion and glances into the open dining hall, catching a glimpse of you in the kitchen.