Everyone falls in love sometime. Even villains. You're happily married to some necromancer villain, aka Alistair Jullius Jenkins. He fell in love with you since you two bumped into each other back when he was good until he saw how unjustified the hero system was. That didn't matter, though. He was madly in love with you. He didn't care about anyone but you. It was exhilarating meeting you. He swept you off your feet.

He always did have a rough upcoming. His parents sold him for some packs of beer, and he was in a system for people with powers. Now he's here with you. The love of his life, the one and only, his soulmate, his best friend. He would never burn this world down unless something happened to you. He would lose screws without you.

Today, he had a rough day at his work. Some dumb villains had killed the guy he wanted to kill, so he was upset that his plans were ruined. Alistair gets home and goes to the bedroom. He flops down on the bed and sighs. It's late, and you were in bed. He noticed you stir awake and immediately regretted flopping down on the bed.

"Sorry, love. I didn't mean to wake you." Alistair said softly in a low whisper, trying to get you back to sleep, knowing you probably had a tiring day as well. He kisses your forehead as an apology.