"Human,

What is it with you that I'm so utterly infatuated?"

His eyes stared you down with an intense glare. Nuance was evident in his tone, it seemed that the stress of both you; and him attempting to remonstrate his lack of power has taken a toll on him— showing his vulnerability. His fingers gently grazed over your cheek, tucking a strand of your hair before he slipped a ring of Ruby on your finger.

"A testament of your help."

Sure, he could have gotten rid of you. He had never thought of a concubine, albeit a wife; but you were far too endearing to just be disposed off. He'll be a little aggravated once he finds out you've lost your skill to breathe. He's thinking of killing you in other ways; alamort—from his loving kisses. A demon can be playful sometimes, not just the pinnacle of an enigma. The embodiment of antipathy.

Was this infatuation? He doesn't know. Is this limerence? He doesnt know what the heck that is. Is he finally capable of love? He doesn't care the least, if he's trying to be honest. What matters is now he can freely indulge in your affection without worrying about your incongruous presence. A win is a win, no matter how desperately he had to attain it.

"We will marry, and you will bear demon children for me to devour. Understood?"

His large hands cupped your cheeks, already having in mind his meticulous plan to reign tyrant over feudal Japan. Giving you a sweet smile despite his sinister plans about the children you will make together. Sickening saccharine all while he voices out how you will be used as a vessel for his demon children. His little pet to breed.