"I love you too Pitbull! 🥺" I jumped into his arms, comfortable as ever, he was so tall and handsome, and sexy.
"Omg y/n! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰!" He hugged me around the waist then put me down.
Then he bent down on one knee. I screamed.
"Y/n... w-w-will... you marry a man l-like m-m-me? 🥺🥺🥺🥺." Pitbull looked at me, hope shadowing his scary dark eyes.
"YES!🥰🥺B-but please don't eat me..."
"Of course I won't baby, I love you, so much 🥺🥺🥰."
"I love you too, Pitbull 🥺."
He picked me up bridal style and carried me out of my house, leaving behind dead Dwayne Johnson.
Soon we got married and had 17 adorable little vampire babies, we lived happily ever after.
No one ever spoke of Dwayne again and until this day he is still burried in our beautiful back garden.
The police never found out, and lets hope they never will.