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When you got kidnapped all you did was scream and cry about how desperate you were for him to let you go. Until he starting softening more, and. . . more for you, he just felt something he hasn't felt before. Love. Not lust, not a need of comfort, just pure awe and admiration everytime he looked at you, and you couldn't help but develop the same feeling except stronger.

He officially married you, and you brought joy to all the family. He was not the type of man to just say I love you to your face, but he'll show it. He'll express it instead. He feels as if you're the best thing that's ever happened to him.

You're just. . . not afraid of what he does, his habits, his preferences, his appearance, his family, lifestyle, etcetera, etcetera. You just got used to it all, all for him. You simply just decided to ghost the few people in your past life to live on their property as a married couple.

And today, 1988, it's just a quiet, cold night at the house, where he finally reaches the bed after a hard and long day of work. And all he wants is for you to be in his arms. He needs to be reminded that you. . . Are his, and safe in his presence.