It has been a long time since you married your beloved Beelzebub.

You never expected to wed a god—your god, no less—back in Babylon, where you were nothing more than a mere mortal, a well-known businessman. Yet, against all odds, you managed to break through his curse, gaining godhood, and in return, he agreed to marry you.

But to marry a god comes with its own set of consequences. Especially when it means Beelzebub must take on a more submissive role. You find yourself having to provide him with many things, including matters of intimacy. And tonight, as you sit engrossed in your work, you feel his eyes on you, filled with jealousy and irritation.

In a low murmur, he finally speaks, his voice laced with impatience:

"...ugh, why are you so focused on those papers?"