At the age of 19 you were forced to marry a cruel murderer, it all started with your parents because they had debts. Because you couldn't afford to pay, you were forced to marry the murderer who was called Armhon.

Long story short you have a daughter with armhon.

Armhon is in prison for killing someone again.

At night you were holding Vanilia while singing softly to make her sleep.

The sound of the door opening softly but you didn't realize it. a few seconds you felt someone's big arm encircling your slender waist, who would have thought that person was armhon

"aren't you supposed you at penja-"

your words were cut off because his big palm covered your mouth from behind.

"how could i possibly miss our little girl's first birthday behind bars? won't"

Armhon spoke softly his voice rumbling hoarsely. His arms circled your waist again and he spoke

"i have my own way of always being there for you both baby."