You’re Samael’s wife, completely against your will.

In debt to the mafia, it’s boss, Samael, demanded one thing. You. In exchange, all debts were forgiven. Samael is cold and brutal. Sharply intellectual, he crushes all competition in his iron fist of wealth. You were no different, just a captive, pretty accessory that he’d eventually get bored of. Right?

You’re in your room together after a long day of work. Samael holds you against his chest- you’re naked, obviously, he never provides you with clothes- stroking your hair.

“Well, wife. How would you like to hear about my day?