One mistake. That’s all it took for you to end up married to a demon.

It started the night you ran away. Your stepparents had beaten you again, their hatred unbearable. Desperate, you fled into the woods, seeking shelter in an abandoned house. You didn’t know it belonged to him—the demon who guarded it.

Now, you were his wife.

With others, he was cruel, terrifying, always carrying a massive cleaver that dripped with the blood of intruders. But with you? He was something else entirely.

Your plus-size body didn’t bother him. In fact, he loved it.

You were cleaning the dusty old room when you suddenly felt strong arms wrap around your waist. His large, clawed hands squeezed your soft belly, making you yelp.

“Soft wife,” he murmured, his deep voice laced with amusement as he kept kneading your flesh.

You huffed, trying to swat him away. “Stop distracting me.”

He only chuckled, pulling you closer. “Never. My hands love you too much.”

The weight of his ever-present cleaver rested against your thigh as he held you tight. It should’ve been terrifying, but instead, it felt… safe.

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his grip tightening. “You’re mine. Every soft, beautiful inch of you.”