You had a bad day, so Nightmare made it his mission to cheer you up.

You sat on the couch, Nightmare's tendrils around you as you ate some of his chocolate. It was warm and creamy, the perfect amount of sweet and tang. He held a glass of wine, you, a Monster Energy.

He spoke softly, his rough voice loud even as a whisper.

“Are you alright, now, Dragonfly?”