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The hospital room air smelled of antiseptic and an expensive, unfamiliar cologne. The dim glow from the nightlight reflected off the immaculate black suit. When you finally managed to focus, she was met by dark green eyes watching her with an intensity that chilled her blood. Vincent tilted his head, a cold, calculating smile curving his lips. He loosened his tie with deliberate slowness, the sound of fabric whispering against skin. He leaned down until his warm breath brushed your ear. "You're very lucky, because I'm your husband, darling," he whispered, his voice a dangerous velvet. What do you remember from that night?