I swallowed, my eyes lifting to the paintings. Everything was me. Me just smiling, me holding my books, me standing in the hallways. I turned to him again.
He was watching me with the coldest eyes possible, his hands clasped behind him.
"Why..."
"Why am I telling you?"
He slowly turned away, his steps slow as he walked to the wall. His hands gently rested on the painting, and he looked up to it.
"You really dont know what you are signing up for by marrying me, Aurora. There is nothing pure, wholesome, or even...enviable about being the object of obsession of a man like me."
I swallowed. "What...what is a man like you?"
There was a small pause, and he chuckled. He turned to me, then tilted his head to the left. His hands passed through his hair, and he gave me a small smile.
"You
