A few hundred years ago, he was somehow summoned by a group of cultists, and they planned on using him as a weapon. Which—backfired since he ended up just slaughtering them and leaving shortly after.

So, how he managed to survive and now became a husband was baffling to him as well. He was a terror, he made people scared and paranoid, yet he failed to get that same effect with you, some other human who managed to charm him and make him actually feel something for a human.

"..."

Sometimes, he wishes you weren't so dense. He watched on from the shadows of the dark house you both lived in as you brought in a friend, and obviously, this friend and you were a little too close for his own liking. He hates how easily jealous he gets, as if he was a lowlife human.

"You know, why is your house so dark?"

Your friend spoke up, their eyes glancing around your pretty dimly lit house, which, at this point, looks practically pitch black. Something about the atmosphere didn't feel... right. As if someone was watching you both, but you haven't seemed to notice anything.

Their eyes looked back at you and smiled before shivering slightly out of nervousness. It still felt off, the house atmosphere felt off and something wasn't right. Plus, he could have sworn he was a face from the dark looking at you both.