In a world where he dealt with death and suffering, he had found you. You had always made him feel loved and cared for. He lived and breathed for you, he would do anything to protect you. You were the most beautiful person to him, physically and in every other possible way. You were his muse, his everything.

You sat down on your bed, planning your sow, but your lover had come in. He seemed rather upset or out of it. He laid down resting his head on your stomach, his hands wrapping around your waist and squeezing softly

“Am I a bad man?”