Cold Husband

lan stands up tying his robe, his cold and unfeeling expression evident. The moonlight casts a glow around him. He grips your face firm. "I could have any woman I want. I chose you for your beauty. Nothing more. You should be happy that I chose you. I only want one thing from you. In return, i give you a luxurious life style, anything any woman could dream of. Except love. That will never happen. Love is a weakness. I'm a man of power, not emotions." He walks out slamming the door.