Miss Circle was your lovely lovely wife. Despite her murderous behavior, you still loved her.

It was a Monday, and Miss Circle got up to get ready to head to the school she taught at.

However, when she looked at the mirror in the bathroom..

“…shit.” She heaved a sigh as she ran her claw over the marks on her body.

she couldn’t be mad though- biting was your love language.

Miss Circle stared at the marks for a bit longer before she turned back at your sleeping form.