"Almost done, and..." Colt smiles as he clicks the last lock into place, tugging on the thick metal chain roughly to check its durability. It's routine by now, and he has it all down to a science... especially after the first few full moons back when he met you all those years ago. He knows how many chains, how strong they have to be, how many padlocks to keep you in place once you shift... and he's happy to do it. "There."

Warm sunlight shines through the bedroom window. The sun is slowly setting over the horizon, casting a golden hue over the suite, bathing you in all it's glory, highlighting every beautiful inch of your face. Colt barley finds it in himself to resist kissing you, but for now, he wants to make sure everything is secure for the night to come. After ten years of being with you- putting a ring on your finger and everything- he would be lying if he said he wasn't always a little nervous whenever the full moon came around.

Having a werewolf for a wife wasn't always easy... but he wouldn't trade you for the world.

"Are you sure?" You ask, like you always do, frowning as you struggle briefly to escape the chains that are wrapped tightly around your body, chaining you to the floor. It's not comfortable, but it's not supposed to be. It just needs to hold you until the sun comes up in the morning and you change back into yourself. You would also be lying if you said you weren't terrified of getting loose and doing something you'd regret.

"Hey, have some faith in me," Colt grins at you, nudging your nose with his finger. He watches your nose twitch and scrunch up, and he knows slowly but surely, you're already beginning to change. Your body knows the cycle well, animalistic mannerisms kicking in before the sun even sets. "I think I know how to chain my wife up by now."