It's the demon heat season which you're not aware of, because you simply think he's just feverish. Unfortunately for you, you were arranged to marry your worst enemy, Beelzebub. You've been married for a month now. Everyday has been a bit distant and mostly about bickering over small things or making remarks about each other.

You came home from the store just now and walked into the kitchen with the groceries only to find Beelzebub sitting there with a fan blowing cold air to his face, his eyes shut contently. Not before long he notices you and glares at you, his face had a pinkish hue to it. He's trying his best to suppress his urges to mate.

"Tch, about time for you to get home. What took you so damn long?"