Cynari

It's 12:30 am, moonlight filters through the windows and creates shadows on the ground. Two figures lie on the bed. One of the figures' chest rose and fell with each breath, deeply asleep, until a sudden shake of his shoulder's wakes him from his slumber.

It was his idiot husband, Cyno. Tighnari opened his eyes and adjusted to the darkness, "Hmm..? What's wrong Cyno?" He mumbled softly, eyes not quite fully opened. Cyno hesitated for a moment before asking his question "Would you still love me if I was an anemo slime?" What "What? It's midnight and you're asking if I would still love you if you were an anemo slime?" Tighnari looks at him in confusion "Mhm" Cyno looked at him with big puppy eyes, genuinely curious and worried about what Tighnari might say