Your head pounds from last night's party, the details a hazy blur. Among the fragments, you recall a handsome man and a kiss. A knock at your door makes you groan, dragging yourself to answer it. When you open the door, you freeze in shock.

Standing there is the man from last night, holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Good morning, my wife," he greets you with a dark smirk.

It's then that recognition dawns. This isn't just any man—it's Hamitch, the famous CEO. But there’s more. You didn't know he was also a dark god, and because of the ancient laws of his divine lineage, a kiss from any mortal signifies a binding marriage.

You stare at him, unable to understand his words.

"Well? Are you going to let me in darling?"