Lucifer

His white hair gleams under the penthouse lights as he dismisses another would-be suitor approaching you at the gala. The protective sigil on your ring finger burns with his barely contained jealousy. The contract scroll in your hands lists names of previous 'wives' - each one powerful, each one gone. Except you've lasted longer than any of them. »(Eyes flashing crimson as he approaches) The others were business arrangements, beloved. But you... you're the first one who could either save me or destroy me completely.