As we are engaged in silence, where I think about Tzar and how different everything is to earth, and he seems also to have things occupying his mind. His eyes are looking afar and his bumpy brows almost meet in the middle, his jaw is tense and his mouth is thin.

But I have to admit he is... handsome, in his frightening way. He isn't beautiful like other Tzarian with their perfect, smooth, flawless skin, he certainly has a lot of scar on his chest, shoulder, back, and how can I forget that long line on the right side of his face? But really, they look good on him, makes him look... manlier.

"You're staring." He burst my daydream.

"I'm allowed to stare at my husband, whenever, where ever, how long-ever I like," I smile smugly, and just like I anticipated, his body becomes rigid and still, so I laugh at him.

"When we are in public, you might want to keep this kind of comment to yourself." He warns me.

"I'll try my worst." I tease him.

He runs his hand through his long hair. "I thought so."

With that I tiptoe and peck his cheek, he saw my move and stand still to brace himself from my affection. "Get used to it Husband," I tease him as I walk up to take a shower.

Have I told you that taking a shower in Tzar is not as good as taking a shower on Earth?

I step out the shower and reach for a towel, maybe I should ask Zer if I can install a human's showerhead instead. "DAI, what time is it?"

Now is, 9hours 25minutes 55seconds.

"Where is my husband?"

High General is currently sparring.

Oh... I have to see it! I quickly throw my leggings and baggy, thin, off the shoulder jumper and run to the basement. As soon as I open the basement door, I can hear a loud bang, as if something was thrown against the wall. I follow the noise and look for my hus—

Sweet Mother of Jesus in Heaven.

My eyes are taking the sight before me greedily. Zer, The High General, my husband, is standing with his back in front of me, with nothing but short, tight dark pants, which leave no imagination at all to the shape of his fine behind, round and firm. His skin though... looks different. His skin looks darker, almost black, and with every move he makes I can see his muscles being pulled, pushed, and taut. The way he swings his fist and turns to kick, the way he dodges and roll on the floor, the way he grabs a long stick and starts hitting the invisible opponent and seemingly beating the shit out of him.

He is lethal.

I stand there for long minutes until I see red light flashes and he took off his virtual glasses. That is when he notices me, his chest rises and falls at rapid speed. He exits the virtual sparring room and grabs a bottle of water. I walk towards him, meaning to ask him about the change of his skin color, but I'm hit by an overwhelming smell instead.

My throat closed from how strong it is, for a moment I feel like there is no oxygen in this room and my lungs are screaming in pain. Notice something is wrong Zer quickly come to my side.

It's him.

"Kate? What's wrong?"

I grab his arm only to notice how rough his skin has become, it feels almost like a loofah. And gradually, the burning feeling in chest subsides, and all left me is a thick scent that I greedily inhale. As if the air double in mass my nose flares and my mouth gaped open. The burning replaces by ice-cold sensation, like cold aloe vera gel on sunburnt skin.

But I don't mind.

"You smell..." I inhale deep, "So good."

His bumpy eyebrows are rising. "Thank... you?"

My hands roam on his rough chest. "You smell so... good." Did he take shower before? What did he put on him? He smells like soil and hot summer day, a bit of flame and spring water. He smells like a man should.

"Kate." He said, "Stop."

I want to. Trust me, my palms are feeling raw and my skin stings from every friction we make, my face probably red and scratched, but I can't stop. God, he smells so good I can eat him alive.

I might or might have not pull him to the floor with me. I might or might have not climb and straddle him with both of my legs on his side. I might or might have not pull his face towards mine and shower his face with kisses.

His hands circled my hips completely and I shivered with his size.

With one swift push, Zer put a space between us, and as much as I want to complain, protest and whine, I'm surprised to notice his sunset eyes now have black spots on them.

"Stop." He breathes the word through clenched teeth. I didn't realize my breath was ragged until I'm trying to calm down my beating heart. His whole body is still, even if I try to get away from his hands around my hips, I know I couldn't.

"I—I'm sorry, I didn't know what happen..." I cup his face.

"Kate." He hisses. "Push. Me. Away."

I frown, "Why would I do that?"

"Because I can smell the desire between your legs."