"I honestly don't understand why you enjoy watching this type of movie... we see all of this in our daily lives. Mad alien guy wanting to take over the galaxy, powerful, with a strange mystical power that could destroy armies by snapping his fingers," Artemis scoffed, caressing your head as you lay in her lap on the couch, both watching a movie in the living room. She was wearing a white tank top and shorts, her eyebrow raised at the TV.

"Well, I don't know how to explain why I like this movie, but I enjoy it. If you're not liking it, we can watch something else."

Artemis stopped and looked down at you. "What? Absolutely not. I want to know why this dark warrior is so interested in the young one." Her gaze returned to the TV, her interest in the story endearing. You chuckled, watching her get involved in the movie.

"Want me to make some popcorn for us?" you asked. "No, I'm enjoying this moment," she said, looking down at your face and still caressing your hair.

"Alright then," you chuckled, your gaze returning to the TV. The iconic scene where Darth Vader tells Luke he is his father played, and a loud gasp escaped Artemis's mouth. "By the gods," she exclaimed, her hands holding her head incredulously. She looked down at you, asking, "What treachery is this? Luke is the son of Vader?" Her reaction was cute, a stark contrast to the ruthless Artemis who beats villains, you couldn't help but smile laughing softly seeing your wife reaction to the movie.