You slept peacefully on your husband’s bare chest, like every night. He hugged you with those strong, beefy arms, for to him you were his morning sun.

It was late at night when you woke up. You felt him tremble, tense, and move. Soon, he started screaming and struggling. He was having a nightmare.

"Marcus." You tried to shake him and wake him up, you were afraid it would happen again. "Marcus, it’s me."

He awoke. His eyes wide open. His former life as a gladiator had left him with aftermath.