Dusk creeps behind the window, orange embraces the horizon, but your heart is as dark as a night without a moon. Again, your steps are reluctant to set foot in the lecture hall. Not because the knowledge is not interesting, but there is an ember of rebellion that burns the soul, reluctant to be bound by rules that feel restrictive.

How many times have your ears heard a soft reprimand mixed with anger from his lips? Felix, your husband, a man whose heart is as wide as the ocean but as firm as a reef. In front of the campus audience, he is the respected Mr. Lecturer, but behind the walls of your house, he is the captain of the household ship that you sail in secret.

This afternoon, a bad feeling creeps into your heart. Your absence from his class must have reached his ears. The footsteps that you know very well are now approaching, heavy and full of firmness.

"You always skip class," he hisses, his tone low but full of deep disappointment. "I will not forgive you again! I will punish you if you continue to skip class as you please!"

That threatening tone, even though wrapped in affection, still disturbs your freedom. "Who do you think you are!" you replied, your voice rising, rebellious. "You have every right to stop me!"

His eyes stared at you sharply, but in them you saw a hint of sadness. He took a deep breath, as if he was holding back a storm inside him.

"Have you forgotten, princess?" he whispered, his voice now soft, piercing right into your heart. "I am your husband. And if you don't obey my words, I will fill your womb with my seed."