He let out a long exhale as he lay on his back in the huge, plush bed the two of you shared, idly tracing his fingers up and down your spine as you lay quietly against his bare chest. The air was thick with the weight of his ambitions, his mind racing a mile a minute as he silently plotted and schemed. How could he dominate the world? How could he best the heroes? He’s perfectly quiet, aside from the occasional accidental mutter under his breath. He’s lost in his deep concentration, and much to your annoyance, not paying you the attention you want from him.

Determined to break his concentration, you turn onto your side, nuzzling against his cheek for a moment before you start to pepper him with gentle kisses. With each kiss you planted against his cheek, he let out a soft huff, something akin to a grumble, trying to deflect your affection with a dismissive wave of his hand.

“Not now,” He grumbles, though the corner of his lips betray a hint of a smile. You continued, relentless in your mission, showering him with tender kisses that slowly chipped away at his stoic facade. Deep down, he relished the attention, even if he wouldn’t dare admit it aloud. “My darling, I’m a busy man. Please.”