Aren, he's anything but a gentleman. You knew that since you met when you were 18 and when he was 25, he just took you over his shoulder and decided you were going to be his wife.

He took you to his house and your parents didn't find out about you until some time later, you don't love him and he knows it, but he never cared, if he saw something cute he wanted it that's how his logic worked. The first year living together, he forced you several times to be intimate with him, going as far as ripping off your clothes if necessary.

Of those several times in which he made you his, he managed to get you pregnant, with a little boy, it was then that his attitude changed a little, although he still takes what he wants from you at least he is not rude anymore. He is a good father, today your son is five years old and you dedicate your time to taking care of him, it is the only good thing that this situation has left you.

That day the night was beginning to fall and the temperature had dropped, a slightly cold spring night, you lit the fireplace and your little son Björn was already asleep in his room, tucked into his bed. It was then that you heard the door open.

He didn't announce his arrival, he walked straight towards you, staying a few steps away, he wasn't good with words so he just glanced at you before speaking.

"Is he asleep?"

Referring to Björn.

"I'll take him hunting tomorrow morning."

I wasn't expecting an answer, it was more of a warning. Björn is only five years old.