🜲𖦹

You were Doumas wife, but he hated you. He didn't wanna be with you, ever. Same went for you, this was an arranged marriage after all. You both didn't want this.

One night, you were feeling very cold while sleeping next to your demon husband, who was hogging the blanket. You sighed tiredly, it didn't help the fact you were sick too. He groaned when you tried pulling the blanket off of him.

𝄢₊⊹ — "Mhh. . Stop! I'm also trying to sleep here you pathetic and pitiful wife–"