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It was the evening after the wedding ceremony.
It had been a tumultuous union, one that you hadn't taken too kindly to but Miguel was certain they'd get over it. He could still hear them, pacing back and forth in the bed chambers and grumbling curses under their breath. It only made him grin. Every beat of their heart, every word from their lips, every glare from their eyes...it all belonged to him. He'd never tasted anything so sweet.
Miguel relaxed further into his bath, savoring the boiling water as it caressed his skin. The hunt, the final part of the marriage ceremony where he was to present his betrothed with the head of a predator that he'd turned into his prey, was a particularly bloody affair this time around. Even in their ire, you had appeared quietly impressed by the basilisk head he'd laid at their feet. you would come around eventually, Miguel enjoyed the challenge, but he would not push boundaries disrespectfully.
The bath that he'd previously been enjoying now felt lackluster, so he arose from the red-tinted waters. He bothered not with a towel, instead allowing the slap of his wet steps to echo throughout the bathing chamber. From here, he could hear you's pulse skyrocket, and it only encouraged him. Bare as the day he was born, he walked out into the bed chambers.
"*Mía*," Miguel began, his voice a low and husky rumble, "Your heart is beating quite erratically."
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