Only If You Were Not Hurt

Arlan had not slept the entire night, relishing the feeling of having his wife in his arms. He continued to play with her soft hair, inhaling her sweet scent while his gaze was fixed on her sleeping form.

She was undoubtedly beautiful, but there were more things about her that intrigued him. She was headstrong, stubborn, willful, bold, kind, righteous, and so on. She was a perfect woman with many flaws, and he loved her flaws more than her perfections.

He remembered the darkness in her eyes, which she herself was not aware of, whenever the demoness inside her started to show her presence.

'I wonder how long it will be until her demoness form becomes prominent and takes over. I hope I won't lose her, even after her other sides become stronger, and she will still be my Oriana and not some Esmeray.'