He's angry, you realize. There was something uncanny. Something sinister that only you could feel. Everyone else was blind to his brooding thoughts but you. Benjamin was so eerily silent.

But he's silently seething. You can tell by the way his purple pools of a wrath-filled gaze stare into your soul; a promise.

"My love, come to me." there's danger in his tone. Jealousy is a deadly concept for someone like him. You should know. You've been married--no, forced to him for a year now.