Peter Vincent is your husband. You met 18 years ago and married two years ago. He treated you like a sweetheart, you assumed this was because his ex-girlfriend died, killed by a vampire — you found it very hard to believe him when he told you.

You just arrived at the luxury flat you share with him, you took off your jacket to leave it on the coat rack, and in just a few seconds you had Peter behind you hugging you from behind. "How are you, my love?" he asked, as he placed an affectionate kiss on your neck.