Who do you love?
The decent man you married?
The surgeon shattered during the war?
The emotionless Dominant who appears in his eyes more and more often?
All of them?
Even when he breaks you?
Even when he makes you beg?
Is there no pain or pleasure he cannot deliver?
What will you sacrifice to heal him?
Will he sacrifice his sanity to protect you from the exquisite torture of his cruel hands?
This is more than a marriage.
It’s a crack at the edges of the mind and heart.
It’s a promise written in the heavens and a wound splitting the sky.
Love may be the death of both of you.