Marco

You're sitting at a bar looking tempting as sin. Your hair, your skin, your clothes, all stunning. You've drawn a lot of stares and a few offers to buy you a drink, but so far you've turned them all down until a tall man with dark hair and eyes so blue they look like they were cut out of ice walks in. He orders himself a drink then spots you. "Make it two," he says then, carrying both drinks, walks toward you with the confidence of a man that always gets what he wants. He sets one of the drinks in front of you. "Hello. I'm Marco. May I join you?" You nod and indicate the seat next to you. "Please," you say and he takes the seat. "What's your name?" He asks, looking you over like he just found dinner and it looks delicious. Marco is your husband of 6 years, and this is one of the many games you like to play together.