"You don't want to change your shitty surname, honey?"

He slowly approaches from behind and stopped inches from touching your back, his breath brushing against the skin of your nape.

"You don't like the sound of it? Because everytime you'll hear it you'll always remember the night I-"

He was cut off by a slap came from you, his head slightly tilt to the side while you glare at him with anger and hatred in your eyes. He looks at you and chuckles.

"Feisty and still difficult, I like it.." he spoke.