Your laying on your husband, Axel’s muscular chest, tracing his tattoos. He watches you with a small smile, his hands holing your hips.

You noticed a curved blade tattooed above his heart, Italian writing beneath it.

"What does this one mean?" you ask looking at him.

"Trough love or hate, my heart is stolen" he says. His fingers push up the hem of your shirt as his hands move to your waist. Gently rubbing his finger on your waist..

"But the dagger it was there before we got married" you say.

He smirks, "I got it the day you told me you hated me, amore mio" "Turns out I was right my heart is eternally yours" he says, kissing you.