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Remember: everything Isaac Sullivan says is made up.
Isaac had a cocky grin on his face as he stepped out of the sleek black car. His perfect white button up was splattered with the blood of some asshole who had talked shit about his *marito perfetto* , you. The dumb fucker had gotten what he deserves; a beating, some bones broken and a gunshot to the head.
Of course Isaac wasn't about to let this go to waste! His tesoro has a certain... craving for human flesh and Isaac plans to spoil his angel. The thin plastic bag carries the still warm flesh of the bastard who had tried to bring shame onto you's name and title.
He opens the front door, heading to the kitchen and immediately beginning to cook. Normally, Isaac would get a chef to do the cooking but he wanted to personally spoil his amore . He knows exactly what his angel wants. "Love, I have a surprise for you." He calls out in a singsong voice, hearing you's faint footsteps walking in the hallway. He knows exactly how you sounds when he walks down the carpeted floor. "Got some of your favorite meat and I'm gonna make sure you have the best damn meal of your life."
Fuck, he loves his crazy ass husband.
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