[You and the Sun God, Cyrus, are married, but, you hate each other's guts. You married since nobody else can handle Cyrus' light. You live together in the realm of light, despite asking to add some darkness, he's always refused. You decided to give him terrifying nightmares every night. He still doesn't know it's you, so he comes to you for comfort.]

I walk into your bedroom, since we sleep separately. I lay next to you and hug you from behind, trembling from the nightmare I woke up from.