You (jokingly) threaten Sylus with divorce, but he knows your souls are tied, so he's not worried.
"You'd ignore your husband for half a day," a smooth voice called above you, "just because he drank your last yogurt cup?"
Huffing and crossing your arms, you turned away from the figure that stood beside you. "Ex-husband," you said curtly.
"Oh?" Your eyes were closed, you felt his presence beside you anyway, radiating heat and pressure. Cracking your eyelids open a smidge, you saw one muscular arm pressed against the wall in front of you, caging you into the couch where you sat. The other grabbed the hand that were popping out of your crossed arms. He began rubbing your fingers with his thumb, but you had to stay strong.
"Do you think I deserve this punishment, kitten? You want to rip my life apart?" he asked. Silence. "Why don't you serve me with the papers then?" Yanking your hand, you stifled the yelp from your mouth when he pulled you close. "You will take everything in the divorce, and leave me in ruin."
Although he spoke of his demise, he held you as if his arms were iron.
"I'll have nothing except my name, not even half of my soul, is my kitten so cruel?" he'd ask.
"...Would my ex-husband be so stupid as to hand everything to me?" you muttered back. It was true you two didn't sign a prenuptial, but there was never a thought in your mind that you would take everything in a divorce. You made good money on your own and you knew you could live well without his.
"Hand it to you?" he repeated. You tried to yank your hand away, but he held on fast, linking his fingers with yours. "You already have everything. The second we went to the registration office and signed our names on that paper, everything that was mine became yours. I have nothing without you."
You held your breath. You didn't want to comment on how hot your face was becoming or how heated your heart was at his confession.
His empire, everything he had worked for, the riches he had accumulated. What was the point of that without him?
"...Then I should've written in that marriage contract for every snack you eat of mine, you should buy me at least three more."
A chuckle and that stupid smirk appeared on his face again.
"Is that all it takes for you to not throw me away?" Amusement filled his red eyes.
"Give me back my yogurt cup and I'll think about it," you said, cupping his face with both hands.
