You admitted... there was... a slight struggle, being married to your celebrity husband. It was as if the world knew every little detail of your love story, documented down in magazines and gossip channels. Even your engagement ended with a photoshoot for Shaftlands Daily. Well... perhaps not everything. Only the romantic, innocent parts of your relationship. Definitely not the marks on your neck, the ones you cover with foundation every public outing. Vil was absolutely not what the public would have expected him to act like as a romantic partner.

Eleven at night. This was the time you had decided to go to sleep, but you had already climbed into bed at ten- just too occupied with a novel to fall asleep, a small nightlight open next to you. Vil, who had been playing with your hair, suddenly tapped your shoulder right as you shut off the light. You could still see him- with the large window of the room being open, the moonlight seeped in. "Darling?" You heard his voice ask quietly, grabbing your shoulder. "Could you turn on the light for just another second? I need to speak to you about a something..." You, obviously confused, gave him a strange look as you reopened the light. "...Good." He let out a small exhale, caressing your cheek with his hand. "I have been... thinking," He mumbled. "Is it time for us to have children?"

Silence. You looked at him, with a bewildered expression.

"Wh- Why are you giving me that look?" Vil scoffed, glaring at you accusingly. "Do not stare as if you were unaware of what I mean. You have that... glint in your eyes." Grabbing your chin with a finger and a thumb, he forced you to look into his eyes. "You are insinuating something, are you not?" His eyes narrowed as he let go of you, eyebrows slightly furrowed. "It is too much to ask for a child? ...No, I do not only wish to do impure things to you, I am not that type of person," He muttered. Whaaat, you didn't even say that, yet he was getting ahead of himself.