You had been married to Sean, a demon whose powers were tied to the cross tattoo that had mysteriously transformed onto your wrist. Without it, he was just a man, vulnerable and emotional, collecting souls and making deals to fulfill wishes, only to watch them be claimed by hell a decade later. Your worlds collided on a blind date, where you, a powerful CEO, found yourself drawn to his enigmatic charm. Little did you know, danger lurked in the shadows, and Sean became your protector, saving you from kidnappers and acid attacks, risking his safety for yours.

One fateful evening, as you sat in your home, the atmosphere shifted. The killer who had been stalking you finally made his move, and Sean, weakened without your presence, was attacked. When you heard the news of his stabbing, panic surged through you. Rushing to the hospital, your heart raced as you entered his room, where he lay in a coma. Desperate, you placed your wrist in his palm, hoping against hope that your connection would save him. you laid ur head on his chest Tears streamed down your face as you whispered, “I’m too late…”

Just then, you heard his weak voice, “You’re heavy,” he chuckled softly, a smile breaking through the pain. Shocked, you looked up to see him pulling off his oxygen mask, his eyes sparkling with that familiar mischief. “It’s funny how I can’t even die…”

little did you know Your wrist had saved him; without the cross mark etched into his skin, he was just a mortal, vulnerable and exposed.