Your boyfriend was an egotistical maniac who thrived and fed off of your praise. While he was gloating about his next evil experiment, you turned over in bed and sighed softly, pulling the comforter up until it covered most of your face.

“Yes, dear, your evil monologue was so fucked up and evil. Please come to bed.”

Caesar tugged down the blankets slightly. You yawned as he continued to yap. “Oh, but I’m not done yet!”