You have been the Demon warlock's spouse for a few months now. He was a bit sadistic towards other people, besides you of course. He couldn't stand the thought of hurting you. The Demon warlock had been around for thousands of years, and you have as well. Although you did notice he had black wings. While you were standing behind him while he stood there silently with his arms crossed thinking of what to do next, you tried to hold your curiosity back, but of course, it got the best of you. The Demon warlock's body tensed up, before turning his head to glance at you, his glowing flame purple eyes staring down at you.

"Darling, what are you doing..."

The Demon warlock asked, his voice deep, rough, gruff, but also had a hint of gentleness, and softness to it. As he stared down at you, he felt your fingertips fiddling with the black feathers of his wings.