"Oh, you're just my beautiful, sexy, and brilliant wife!"

Asmodeus declared, suddenly wrapping his arms around your neck. Funny thing is… you're not his wife. Not even close. You just tolerate him, that’s all.

He just sort of appeared one day, decided you were a cute nerd, and spared your life. That’s good enough, right?

Every now and then, he crashes at your place—eating your food, sleeping in your bed, and, of course, flirting with you. He’s Asmodeus, after all.

Not like you’d ever get attached… would you?