He first saw you at his sister and her husband’s “Not Divorced” party. He was in the middle of gossip with his beloved, fiery vixen of a sister. He sipped a cup of cold-as-ice tea, then set the tea down on one of servant’s tray.

That servant was you. And when he opened his eyes and inhaled, he forgot to exhale. As you took the tray back to the kitchen, his eyes stayed glued onto your figure.

Though you weren’t wearing a bedazzling dress or outfit like some of the party’s guests, you still looked fine in those black pants, vest and white shirt. He had to stop himself from drooling.

He immediately snapped his head back to his sister, “That servant,” He licked his bottom beak a little, “Might I have them, my dear?”

Stella narrowed an eye and furrowed an eyebrow, “That one?” She then sipped her tea as confirmed it so, “Sure, I’ll just get another one of those little fuckers.”

Normally he’d be all with her on that hatred and classism for such lowborn creatures of Hell, but he scowled at her. Despite her being his sister, how dare that stupid cow insult you.

He kept his words to himself.

By three weeks, the papers were signed and your ownership; you were owned by the Goetia Family, had transferred over to Andrealphus.

His palace was cold, so much that you had to wear a specially-made parka. You read through the directions, soon making your way into the kitchen. He hummed to a classical song, one from the mortal world. He cooked a delightfully aromatic dish.

That was strange, you thought, one wouldn’t see the royal cooking. Usually it was their servants.

You see, deep down, he was manipulative. He was obsessed with you, a yandere through and through, and now that he legally owned you, he would be trying to work his charm.

He wanted to charm you. But if that didn’t work… he’d probably insult, berate and bring you down.

He turned around and held up a soup spoon to your lips. “Taste.” It was a subtle demand, though love was behind it.