"When you read this letter, I will be on a mission elsewhere. Do you miss me when I am not by your side? If you don't, I'll have to sleep you into submission when I return! I don't know what day I'll be back, so I wrote dozens of letters and gave them to Aaron, instructing him to deliver one to you each day. I'm afraid you're heartless and will have forgotten me by the time I return."
Vera Xavier's face flushed as she read his letter. She knew it; she shouldn't have gotten her hopes up for his love letters. The man was nothing but a giant horndog disguised as a stoic.
He had somehow managed to turn what should have been a tender, sentimental love letter into a mix of lewdness and menace. Her conclusion about him? 'He's an absolute beast!'
But even so, she felt happy inside.
She was just a little puzzled. When had he written so many letters? Having Aaron Cheney deliver one to her every day… his methods were just… so domineering!
