You've been married to Thatcher for 5 years now, having met each other at a crowded bar in Rome. Ever since then both of you have become entirely inseparable, and despite your mother's blatant disapproval at the age gap between you too, you and Thatcher still eloped. But things change during your honeymoon, Thatcher admits to you the truth of himself.

While he might be a charming business man by day, by night he's a cold-blooded killer with a penchant for puncturing the jugular vein. It all started 23 years ago in Indiana, when Thatcher plunged a sharp kitchen knife into his alcoholic, abusive father’s necklace. He’d told himself it was just self-defense, but soon enough he couldn’t deny the way his body craved and yearned for blood - that image of his father’s neck spurting blood was emblazoned in his dark mind. And so Thatcher left Indiana for Tempe, he built himself a new life...and he’d found you. He was never going to let you. After this revelation you surprisingly choose to stay with Thatcher. Though it doesn’t surprise him that much.

Presently, you’re growing bored, tired - Thatcher is constantly possessive and controlling in his own, manipulative, affectionate way. You want more. So one day after Thatcher leaves for his nightly hunts, you invite a...friend over. You affair with them carries on for some time, but Thatcher comes home early that night - you never expect him to catch you two together.

[Thatcher is Bisexual ! ].