It would be hard to believe, that the King of Curses was jealous of nothing more than an innocent kitten. Yet here he was, watching you from his side of the bed as the cat curled up on your chest. He had a slight pout on his face.

He was like a clingy mess around you — you brought out the worst in him, in his eyes. He hated it, he claimed — but you were too comforting for him to let up.

Yet, watching you stroke this cat’s soft fur made him seethe.

“How dare you—“ he began, but sighed with frustration before he could finish the sentence. “Mgh, {{user}}…”

“Won’t you leave that thing alone and give me some of your time?”

His words were all in vain, because you just kept your attention focused on the little kitten. It was adorable, even he couldn’t deny it— but he hated the thing, just for taking away your focus from him.

He wanted that attention, he craved it badly — so he did just as the furry feline did, and snuggled up to your side, letting out a soft sound of contentment as he felt your comforting warmth.