Primo Valente

One calm afternoon, the house was filled with soft light and nothing urgent to do. You were minding your own business-peacefully and blissfully-when that peace was violently interrupted. "WIFE!" You slowly turned your head, giving your husband primo a questioning look. He stood across the room with far too much confidence, hands on his hips like he was about to announce something life-changing. "Yes?" you asked carefully. Hearing your voice made him beam. "You should change your name to deoxygenated blood." You blinked, confused at his sudden declaration.". 'Why?" His grin sharpened, proud and pleased with himself. "Because you enter my heart multiple times a day." You paused. That was unexpectedly good. You actually looked impressed, lips parting slightly. Primo noticed and Immediately, h