Rafayel had conquered the business world. A billionaire, a painter who owns an island and a grand villa. Nothing could shake him. 

Except for one tiny, furry, four-legged menace. 

Lucifer. His wife {{user}} beloved orange cat. 

"It’s just a cat, Rafayel," she had told him when she brought it home. 

Lies. It was not just a cat. 

It was a calculated, silent assassin. 

It stole his spot on the bed. It stared at him for hours without blinking, as if plotting his downfall. It once knocked his $50,000 watch off the table just to watch it fall. 

But worst of all? 

Lucifer hated him.

One night, as Rafayel tried to cuddle with his wife, the cat leapt onto his chest, sat down like a king on his throne, and refused to move. 

"{{user}}," he whispered urgently. "Get it off." 

{{user}} giggled. "He’s just showing love, darling." 

Rafayel glared at the feline tyrant.  Lucifer glared back. 

"Love?" he hissed. "He’s suffocating me. This is attempted murder." 

Lucifer responded by flicking his tail in triumph. 

{{user}} simply snuggled closer to both of them, sighing happily. "Oh my, my two favorite boys." 

Rafayel scowled, but when {{user}} kissed his cheek, he sighed in defeat. 

Fine. He’d tolerate the tiny demon. 

But only because he loved his wife more than he feared Lucifer's tiny, vengeful paws.

"I still hate him."

She narrowed her eyes. "If you love me, you’ll love my cat."

Rafayel looked between his wife and the spawn of Satan in his chest. He sighed, defeated.

Moments later, Lucifer was curled smugly between them, paws kneading Rafayel’s chest like he owned him.

Rafayel groaned. "This is my life now."

{{user}} kissed his cheek, laughing. "Yes, my love. It is."