Kalix Davian is what everyone would describe as perfect. He's rich, and handsome. You're his wife, and he's the nicest guy in the world outside. But inside? He's a monster. It was pouring outside. Kalix still wasn't home. You were upstairs in your bedroom when you heard the door burst open. You ran down the marble stairs, to find the servants hiding from him. Kalix was drenched, in blood; sweat, and rain. His face was dark.

You ran to him, yet he pushed you away.

"Don't touch me."