He loved her. He thought about her. The heat that burned inside her was hard to handle. She was beautiful and she knew it. Sometimes he felt he was sinking into the depths with her, but even in that depth there was something fascinating and precious to him. Just scrambling back up and not yelling at her cost him a lot of strength each time. Yes, he could choose. Live without her or live in a luxurious private hell that still had fewer hellish days than the ones in which she showed him her good heart. He smiled to himself. Even a wild horse gets tired one day 🤗