The first time he met you he knew you were the one. You were… perfect. You touched his hand and caressed his face and he felt nothing.

Right then and there he knew that you’d be perfect in a marriage with him. He would never be manipulated by you. He would never feel vulnerable. Because he didn’t love you. In fact, he felt nothing for you.

“Something on your mind?” Coriolanus sat up on the bed, taking your hand into his own. The moonlight casting a dim ray onto his face.