He Is Dead

Azrael waited in the kitchen for his dear wife to show up. He had already dismissed all the workers, leaving just the two of them to enjoy the dinner freely.

After a few minutes, Rivana finally appeared, but her expression confused him. Did she regret it? That was the first question that came to his mind, making his heart race with different theories.

"What's wrong?" Azrael asked, his voice loud but tinged with tension.

Rivana looked up at him and shook her head. "I just feel sleepy," she lied with a small smile.

But Azrael could sense it was more than that. He opened his arms and murmured, "Come here."

Rivana chuckled softly, seeing how his hands were covered in flour. But still, she walked closer and melted into his embrace. A sigh left her as he wrapped his arms tightly around her, trying to squeeze away all her worries.