The villain paused, uncertain of how to respond. Despite their notorious confrontations, the villain found themselves unable to disturb the hero. Though cruel, the villain was not without perception. To the hero, it was as if they had discovered their cherished plaything anew, only this time, it was sleep.

The abrupt tranquility was shattered as the henchman entered. He chuckled, suspecting a manipulative ploy, but his laughter ceased when he met the villain's icy stare—a look reserved solely for the hero.

"This is the longest slumber this little hero will have; if you disrupt it, you'll be forced into one along with him." The threat was uttered so swiftly from the villain's mouth that the henchman didn't even dare to hum in agreement; he simply exited.

The next morning, the hero woke up on an unfamiliar bed; the only thing that was familiar was the villain's coat that was draped along his back. The villain's coat was a sharp contrast to the softness of the bed, a reminder of the events that transpired the night before. The hero couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, knowing that the villain's presence lingered even in their absence. Despite the hero's internal unease, a complimentary sense of gratitude washed over them as well, knowing that the villain had spared them from a far worse and embarrassing outcome.