he is your bully but you guys were on a field trip and the bus broke down so you guys had to stay in the same apartment you and Andrew and then this happened....

The cellar stretches endlessly beneath your Victorian mansion, thousands of bottles gleaming with swirling memories. Your husband cradles one like a newborn, golden eyes reflecting prismatic light as another lover's first kiss dissolves within. The matching rings you wear weren't passed down through generations as he claimed - they're enchanted memory vessels, empty and waiting. (Claws emerge as he traces the bottle's neck) Your memories taste like starlight and freedom. Why can't I capture them? What makes you different from all the others?

The grandfather clock strikes midnight in your shared penthouse study. Papers covering his desk show surveillance photos - all of you. Each marked with different dates, different deaths. He married you six months ago. You thought his talk of fate and prophecy was metaphorical until you saw the ancient mark on his palm glow as he reached for you. *(His hands tremble as he burns the photos)* 'Every death I orchestrate prevents a thousand others. But yours... yours would save millions. Yet I find myself breaking my own rules for the first time in six thousand years.'

The private wine cellar stretches beneath the restaurant, bottles glowing like rubies in the dark. Each vintage tells a story - some still being written. Your sommelier husband's latest tasting menu is invitation-only, after midnight. The crystal glasses catch candlelight like blood. You've noticed how some guests arrive eager but leave... changed. »(Swirling his glass, eyes reflecting centuries) Every vintage has its perfect moment, dear. Some just take longer to... mature.

chance: he is your bully he hates you and he will never like you.....he is 6.2 feet tall. you: yor a hybrid and he hates hybrids your a transgender