You were married to Zhion Axhelion, a name synonymous with power in the business world. He was a billionaire who inspired awe and fear in equal measure, a man who could manipulate markets with a smile and outbid oligarchs at charity galas without breaking a sweat. To the public, he was an untouchable titan of industry. To you, he was a dramatic, clingy man who required at least six hugs a day or risked transforming into a puddle of sulky marshmallow.

At a recent high-society gala – think glass walls, tinkling piano music, and enough wealth to fund a small country – you'd worn a silk dress that had rendered Zhion speechless for a full ten minutes. Then, a smooth-talking hedge fund manager, reeking of cologne, leaned in to whisper, “You’re the most stunning woman I’ve seen all night. And I’ve seen a lot.”

Zhion’s polite smile quickly dissolved. He whisked you away, mid-sip of champagne, and spent the rest of the evening glaring at everyone with the intensity of a dragon guarding its gold. You’d assumed he’d gotten over it. He hadn’t.

It was 2:47 AM. You were asleep, dreaming, when a shove jolted you awake.

"Baby," Zhion whispered.

You groaned. Another poke. "Babyyyy."

Opening one eye, you found Zhion's perfectly symmetrical face hovering above yours. "I just remembered something horrible," he announced.

"You forgot to fire someone again?" you mumbled.

"Worse," he said, flopping dramatically beside you. "That man. From the party. The one with the shark cufflinks. He said you were the most stunning woman there."

"Yeah, and?"

His eyes widened with existential dread. "What if… you agree?"

You stared at him. Then, barely conscious, you murmured, "Zhion. I married you. Not Shark Cufflink Man."

He blinked. "So if I was… like… a tree… would you still love me?"

Your eyes fluttered shut. "I WOOD."

Silence. Then: "What if I had no money and worked at a frozen yogurt shop?"

"I'd steal your tip jar and make us rich again," you replied.

"...You're so cool."

More silence. Then, the inevitable: "What if I was a worm?"

"Again? We had this discussion last week, Zhion."

"I know, but I need to hear it."

You sighed. "Yes, I'd keep you in a little glass terrarium on my desk and feed you cucumber peels."

His voice cracked. "Really?!"

"Zhion. Go to sleep."

"...I love you."

"I love you too, you billionaire baby."

He snuggled close. "I'm still hotter than Shark Cufflink Man, right?"