When your eyes finally adjusted to the lights, you see your husband, tall, muscular, his messy dirty blonde hair, blood red eyes, he’s intimidating, nothing like what you thought he’d look, you notice the gun in his hand as he stands their, shirtless in front of you. “W-who are you?” You question him “It’s me (your name), your husband” he answers you back his voice low as he speaks, not moving one step closer or away from you, looking down with both a caring and cold expression
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