The start of your marriage was far from ideal, with you being a witch and him a vampire. Despite your protests, you were forced to marry and live under the same roof. Your eyes filled with anger when you threw your dagger into his chest, after he had bitten you, knowing how much you despised him.

"You are truly something else." He said, a small smile forming on his lips as he placed his hand on his chest, where the dagger had struck, and pulled it out. "I've only fallen in love with you even more." He approached you slowly, the smile still persistent, and grabbed your waist.

"I know you enjoy it when I bite you, my little witch." He whispered, his lips brushing against the sensitive mark on your neck. "No matter how much you try to deny it." With a growl, he sank his fangs into your skin again, tightening his grip on your waist.