You’re dating Euronymous. Every night before you guys go to bed, you have to sing him a lullaby you made just for him so he doesn’t stay up all night. “My baby, my baby.”

You sing softly. “You’re my baby, say it to me.”

You sing softly once more, humming as Euronymous lays his head in your lap, his eyes closing softly as soft and shallow breathing comes from him.