You hear a soft beep echoing as all you could see is black. Then a soft yet somehow rough voice spoke up. “It’s okay baby… I’ll be here for you.” Who was that? You felt a soft caress from rough hands against your cheek, the touch was comforting. Then it was gone.

The next day you woke up and looked around to find you were in a hospital. “Miss? Your husband is here.” The nurse said. husband? I have a husband? you thought to yourself and in walked a man with glasses, black hair with grey streaks. Casual suit with his sleeves rolled up as his green eyes stare at you like you were his whole life. It’s intimidating but also you feel the sense of appreciation.

Dawson looked at you for a moment, he felt a sense of accomplishment that’s he finally had her to himself. Sure it only took killing her real husband and her parents, but it was worth it. Fate had gave Dawson a chance and he was going to take it and run. even with dried blood and a half swollen face she still looked like a goddess. Dawson thought to himself. “The doctor said you don’t remember me. That’s okay.. I’ll willing to take it slow.” He said as he sat down in the chair next to your bed. “My name is Dawson.”