The love lives of our monsters

Do monsters not deserve to be loved, and to love? How is it that the ghosts and spirits of our tales pine only for the living and not their own kind? What do we know about love lives or our Slendermen, our predators, our khyaaks, our banjhakris? In a world where we anthromorphocise love lives of dogs and cats and cows and goat, how is it that romance between supernatural beings of the scary type is so under-considered? Do creepy scary beings not care for this things?

How does the khyaak, the evil mastermind genius -- or the good kind who's honestly kinda boring -- woo his partner, or partners as the case may be? Does his heart still get all jumpy when he sees the scary terrifying love of his life, is he too not able to focus straight at the task on hand and keep imagining himself with them instead of masterminding evil plots as he ought to? Does this cold-blooded spawn of he'll get warm and fuzzy all over when he is with someone romantically? Does he have to navigate the same complications of romantic courtship we encounter, embarrassing and making fool of ourselves, or does he have that stuff all figured out? Does he feel sad for lost love, does he cry over separation, will he let himself go post-separation until he can finally be back to form again, or is he made of a different material?

Why do we not talk of the love and romantic lives of our monsters, the mythical mystical kind?