63, Accident prone

Bane watched the sleeping Emma. She looked every bit an angel as she lay naked in his arms with her hair billowing in all directions and a serene look on her face. He loved these moments when he could relax and let go of all the masks he wore and all the pretence. He was allowed to adore his angel without limitations. Bane tried not to indulge in moments like these too often. He found that for each time the thought of letting her go was becoming more painful. But tonight, he needed it. He needed to know that she was safe. Bane played with the thought of keeping her with him forever. He could keep her safe, he could make sure she had everything she ever wanted. But she deserved more. She deserved to be with someone she loved, to be happy. If he was less of a bastard, he would have let her go already. But he wanted to keep her, for just a little longer, he thought and eased a strand of her hair from her face. His phone on the nightstand buzzed and he looked down at Emma. She was still s