His type of love
He looked at his image in the mirror, the exhaustion fully displayed on his features. He sighed for the umpteenth time. Although it wasn't his first rodeo going without sleep, it had been a long time since.
He turned the tap on, placing his head under the cool running water. For some reason, he felt like his body was burning even after taking the longest bath he could remember.
It took him a few minutes under the tap to feel better. Once that was done, he dressed up in a formal suit, retrieved the pistol he never used and walked back inside.
He sat on the chair by the bed and watched the beauty in his bed. Every inch of his body craved to be skin-to-skin with her.
His heart ached, his head feeling heavy. Despite how crazy in love he felt, this time, he chose to work with both logic and love. He wasn't ready to lose his beloved. Nor was he fine with endangering his people.