"Do not hate me, my Wife. Your husband is weak against you."
He said kissing her forehead, brushing her stray strands aside, with a tender look towards the sleeping angel in his arms.
"I am afraid that you'll disappear from my view, if I don't make you mine." his voice felt a bit constrained, which is totally opposite to his usual, cruel and sinister ones.
"Your existence is like air for me....." he mumbled silently, that couldn't be heard unless the listener would strain their ears.
"Forgive this selfish husband of yours, for hurting you this much." his hold on her tightened, refusing to look at her innocent face, his gaze fixed on the red mark on her white dress.
He silently mumbled sorry to her in an inaudible whisper, about thousands of times.
She slightly opened her eyes and looked at his bare chest where his heart was thumping unusually loud.
'Stupid husband.' she scoffed, and dozed off to sleep, snuggling closer to him.
