Isn't a turbulent, secret romance just the sort of thing that fits your little story? You can tell people we eloped to Gretna Green.
[It'll be just like they're the side characters that act as a moral lesson to the rest of the cast in a Jane Austen novel. Time sits down on the counter (very hygenic- she's clean, don't worry) and tugs lightly on Sebastian's tie.]
Seriously though, keep this up and I'll start to forget my husband's face.
[Does he even have a face in his real form?? Who knows.]