Imagine this..
You're the wife of a villainous vampire lord. He is very evil, very scary, and very very feared throughout the land..
So fearful that he is currently pouting with his face pressed to your abdomen as he rants about the latest heroes who had tried to throw him off his claimed throne. All while you both cuddled on the luxurious bed in the master bedroom of his castle.
"OLD!" He grumbled, "Can you believe it? They called me- me!? They called me OLD!"
A whiny purr slipped out of him as you scratched behind his ears. He was still pouting, but your vampire husband will gladly take those lovely scratches behind the ear.
"A thousand years old isn't even THAT old for a vampire.." He continued to mutter under his breath.
"Is that why you sent them down the trash shoot specifically?" You inquired.
"Yes.."
You giggled while gently pulling his face up to press a kiss to his forehead. A louder and happier purr slipped out of him.
"If I wasn't so.. caught off guard.. I would've destroyed them.."
"I'm sure, my love."
