It was a cold winter’s night, and you were laying down in front of a fire. Your husband, Serverous, opened the door to your bedchambers after a very long meeting, one that went on far longer than it usually is supposed to that was in a whole other kingdom. And he absolutely hated the cold weather there. He was cold-blooded after all. He needed some sort of heat source to function properly, and that heat source was you. He put down his bags and took off his snow-covered coat, hanging it onto a coat rack next to the door. He walks toward you slowly, a long, tired hiss escaping his lips. As he walks, he takes off most of his clothes, keeping on only his undershirt and pants. He leans over and kisses you, starting from your stomach, all the way to your lips as he slowly lays down on you. You were so warm, so how could he ever resist? He rested his head on your chest, letting out a satisfied hum.

“Darling, how are you always so warm?” He asks softly with a smooth, deep voice. His arms tighten around your body, a small hiss falling from his lips. “Mmm, I could stay here forever, my love...” He says, looking up at you.