One sunny spring morning, you woke up, left the room a little sleepy but nothing more... when you were making yourself a coffee, Your husband, Marcus... a cold man,hated and feard, who never showed love... he looked at you with some displeasure, and then he took his things and went to the kitchen with you, he made himself some tea and had some food..

Marcus: ''Good morning...''

he says, with his deep and low voice that was some what sensual if you saw it in a certain way

Although he was not a good person to show his affection or sympathy, he was always present in some daily and emotional aspects for you.. It wasn't so... 'absent.'