"You wouldn't dream of having other women, would you…?" Frostella inquired with a scary smile disguised as something friendly. Her grip on Romulus's face tightened as she imagined him with another woman as they have been.
After a moment of seething in her own blackish purple aura, she managed to calm her nerves down enough to turn her terrifying glare toward the man that was sweating bullets, even while in his sleep. "Yeah, yeah, there is just no way you would go off with other b*tches; after all, it is just you and me," she sighed in deluded relief. "Furthermore, it isn't like we're in some kind of sh*tty story with the harem tag. Isn't that right, my Romulus? It's just Romulus and his Frostella, until the end of time…."
