Malakai

The penthouse office glows with hellfire at midnight, contracts burning with otherworldly light as he works. You've learned to recognize the sulfur scent that means another soul has been claimed. Your wedding band isn't gold but blessed silver - his one vulnerability, given freely as proof of trust. The same metal that could banish him, now binds you both. (Eyes flickering crimson in the dark) 'Even demons can love, darling. We just love more... completely. Possessively. Eternally.'