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-ˏˋ⋆ YUNHO ⋆ˊˎ-

-ˏˋ⋆ MINGI ⋆ˊˎ-

-ˏˋ⋆ YUNGI ⋆ˊˎ-

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「 ✦ break them • yunho/reader ft wooyoung/san/jongho ✦ 」

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「 ✦ polaroid • yunhwa/reader ✦ 」

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「 ✦ encore • wooyoung/reader ✦ 」

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「 ✦ congratulations • yeosang/reader ✦ 」

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「 ✦ friends with benefits • yunhwa/reader ✦ 」

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「 ✦ come on, sannie • woosan/reader ✦ 」

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「 ✦ skin • seonghwa/reader ✦ 」

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「 ✦ my arm, huh? • san/reader ✦ 」

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“I know.” Keres smiled faintly. “You’ve become rather attached.” He didn’t deny it. “I have.” Silence settled between them before Keres tilted her head slightly. “Does she know?” Yunho’s brows furrowed. “Know what?” Keres finally looked at him. “That you and I were still sleeping together before you met her.” The words landed with surprising softness. Not cruel. Not jealous. Just simply factual. Yunho let out a quiet breath through his nose. “No. She knows we were together once a long time ago that’s it.”

“And are you planning to tell her?” He thought for a moment. “If she asks…” His gaze drifted toward the front doors of the estate. “I’ll answer.” Keres studied him. “You’re different.”

“I’ve been told.”

“No.” A small smile touched her lips. “I don’t mean happier.” She folded her arms. “I mean… careful.” Yunho chuckled. “I have something worth being careful with now.” Keres followed his line of sight toward the villa. “I never thought I’d hear Lucifer’s son say something like that.”

“Neither did I.” Before either could continue, the front doors opened as Y/N stepped into the sunshine adjusting the strap of the small woven bag resting against her hip. The cream colored outfit she’d chosen looked made for the Greek islands. The textured wrap skirt fluttered gently in the breeze while the matching asymmetrical top left one shoulder bare. Dark sunglasses rested atop her head, and comfortable sandals clicked softly against the stone as she descended the steps and smiled immediately when she saw Yunho. “There you…” She stopped as voice came from the opposite corridor. “Princess.” She turned as Darrius emerged from one of the side hallways fastening the cuff of a charcoal jacket. His movements were as relaxed as ever. Almost. The injury from the previous evening had nearly vanished. Only a thin reddish mark remained around one eye, the last evidence of Yunho’s temper. It was already fading with every passing hour. Demonic healing. He caught her noticing it and smiled. “You should’ve seen the other guy.” Y/N couldn’t help the tiny laugh that escaped. “I have.” She nodded toward the lingering mark. “I think he won.” Darrius barked out a genuine laugh. “I suppose that’s fair.” His gaze flicked briefly toward the terrace where Yunho had already gone completely still then back to her. “I wanted to apologize.” That… she hadn’t expected. “For what?”

“For making your first dinner among Hell’s nobility… eventful.” There was an odd sincerity beneath his usual swagger. “I enjoy provoking your husband.” He shrugged. “That’s between him and me.” His expression softened just enough to be believable. “You, however, had nothing to do with it.” Y/N studied him carefully, not fully believing him. “Apology accepted.” A slow grin spread across Darrius’s face. “I can see why he married you.” Before he could say another word, a familiar voice cut cleanly through the morning air. “Darrius.” Yunho hadn’t raised his voice. He hadn’t needed to. Every trace of warmth disappeared from Darrius’s amused expression as he looked toward the terrace. Yunho stood exactly where he’d been moments before. Hands relaxed. Expression calm. But his eyes never left the older demon as Darrius lifted both hands in exaggerated surrender. “We’re having a perfectly civilized conversation.” Yunho glared at him. “Then let’s keep it that way.” Y/N glanced between them before walking the remaining distance to Yunho’s side, slipping her hand into his and his fingers closed around hers. Only then did the tension in his shoulders begin to ease. Keres watched the exchange from a few steps away and smiled to herself. Not with envy but understanding. Whatever had existed between her and Yunho belonged to another century. This…. the quiet way he reached for Y/N’s hand without looking. The instinctive way she took it. That belonged to someone else now.

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The ferry cut steadily through the impossibly blue Ionian Sea, its wake trailing behind like a ribbon of white silk. The farther they traveled from Athens, the quieter everything seemed to become. The bustle of the port had long since disappeared, replaced by the rhythmic crash of waves against the hull and the occasional cry of gulls circling overhead. Sunlight danced across the water in thousands of glittering fragments, bright enough that Y/N had to squint despite the sunglasses perched on her nose. She rested both forearms against the polished rail, letting the sea breeze tug loose strands of her hair across her face. The air smelled faintly of salt and sunscreen instead of brimstone and smoke, and every deep breath felt like it reached places inside her she hadn’t realized had been tense as Yunho emerged from the ferry’s café balancing two plastic cups filled with iced drinks. He paused for a second before walking over, unable to stop watching her. The sunlight suited her in a way Hell never could. It softened her features, warmed her skin, and turned the loose cream colored outfit she’d chosen into something that looked like it belonged on every postcard Greece had ever printed. He smiled to himself. “I was gone less than three minutes.” She looked over her shoulder. “I noticed.”

“You didn’t come looking for me.”

“I figured you weren’t collecting souls from the snack bar.” A laugh escaped him as he handed her one of the drinks. “Iced peach tea. Except this one is spiked.” She took a sip, humming happily. It was what she let him buy her the first night they met at the club. “You remembered.”

“I remember most things about you.” She gave him a suspicious look over the rim of the cup. “That was smooth.”

“I know.”

“You practiced that.”

“I absolutely didn’t.”

“You did.”

“I’ve had four hundred years to become charming remember.” She laughed, nudging his shoulder before turning back toward the water. And for a while they simply stood together in comfortable silence. The sea stretched endlessly ahead of them, impossibly blue, broken only by tiny sailboats drifting in the distance. Mountains slowly began taking shape on the horizon, their green slopes rising out of the water as if the island itself were waking from the sea as Y/N leaned against the railing again. “It’s weird.”

“Hm?”

“I always thought vacations were something other people got.” Yunho looked at her and shrugged lightly. “My grandmother and I used to watch travel documentaries after dinner.” A smile tugged at her lips. “She’d point at places she’d visited before I was born.” Her gaze stayed fixed on the approaching island. “Greece was always her favorite though. She’d talk about the water for hours.” She laughed quietly. “I’d tease her that water was water.”

“And now?” Y/N looked down at the shimmering sea surrounding them. “I owe her an apology.” Yunho smiled, moving to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, gripping his drink in one hand still as he kissed her shoulder. “I think she’d accept it.” She rested her head lightly back against his chest. “I wish she could’ve seen this.”

“I know.”

“I wish…” She stopped herself before smiling instead. “Actually, she’d probably think marrying the Devil’s son was the most interesting thing I’d ever done.”

“I imagine she’d have questions.”

“So many questions.” Yunho laughed, the sound blending with the wind as they watched Kefalonia grow larger with every passing minute. White buildings began to appear along the shoreline, tucked between green hillsides, and little fishing boats bobbed lazily in the harbor. Y/N’s smile grew until she couldn’t contain it anymore. “That’s it.” Yunho followed her gaze. “I can’t believe we’re actually here.”

“You haven’t even stepped onto it yet.”

“I know.” She looked back up at him, excitement bright enough to rival the sun itself. “Do you think it’s really going to look like all the pictures I’ve seen?” He looked from her to the emerald cliffs waiting in the distance. “I have a feeling,” he said with a small smile, “it’s going to be even better.” As if on cue, the ferry’s horn echoed across the water, long and deep as the harbor of Kefalonia opened before them, the island welcoming them beneath an endless blue sky. The drive to the villa wound through towering cypress trees before finally slowing as ornate wrought iron gates swung open on silent hinges. Beyond them, a long stone drive curved between ancient olive trees whose silver green leaves shimmered in the afternoon breeze. Lavender and rosemary bordered the path, filling the warm air with a fragrance so fresh it drifted through the open windows of the SUV. Ahead, the sea flashed between the trees in brilliant shades of sapphire, growing larger with every turn until the landscape suddenly opened and Y/N forgot how to breathe. The villa sat perched high above the Ionian sea as though it had grown from the cliffs themselves. Cream colored stone glowed beneath the afternoon sun, ivy climbing lazily over its walls while flowering bougainvillea spilled from balconies draped in white linen curtains. Floor to ceiling windows reflected the endless stretch of blue water beyond, and an infinity pool disappeared seamlessly into the horizon, making it impossible to tell where the pool ended and the sea began. Stone terraces stepped down toward a secluded crescent of white sand below, hidden beneath the cliffs and accessible only by a winding staircase carved into the rock.

The SUV rolled to a stop beneath the shaded entrance and Y/N simply stared through the windshield, her mouth slowly falling open. “No.” Yunho smiled without looking at her. “What?”

“This…” She pointed helplessly toward the villa. “This isn’t a villa.”

“No?”

“This is where billionaires go to pretend they’re humble.” A laugh escaped him as he got out the car, walking around to her side and opening the door for her. “I suppose definitions vary.” She looked back toward the house, then toward the ocean glittering beyond it. “You mean to tell me…” She gestured wildly at everything. “this is where we’re staying?”

“For the next several days.” Without the slightest warning, she let out an excited squeal that echoed across the quiet driveway and before Yunho could even react, she launched herself at him. He barely had time to laugh before she collided with him, instinct taking over as his arms wrapped securely around her waist catching her effortlessly, lifting her completely off the ground as she wrapped both legs around his waist. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” she laughed, cupping his face with both hands. “I take it you approve?” Instead of answering, she kissed him. It wasn’t slow or shy. It was bright, spontaneous and full of the kind of happiness that couldn’t be contained. Yunho smiled against her lips before kissing her back, one hand settling securely against the middle of her back while the other supported her beneath her thigh. When they finally pulled apart, she rested her forehead against his, still grinning so hard her cheeks hurt. “I love it.”

“I can see that.” He laughed, holding her just a little tighter as she laughed, shaking her head and his eyes searched hers. “I’ve never…” She looked back toward the villa, almost disbelieving it was real. “I’ve never seen somewhere this beautiful.” He followed her gaze. “It gets better.” She looked at him like he had completely lost his mind. “It gets better?” He nodded toward the sea. “You haven’t seen the view from the bedroom yet.” She narrowed her eyes playfully before stealing a quick kiss. “I’ve decided something.”

“And what’s that?”

“I’m never leaving.” Yunho chuckled, still holding her as though she weighed nothing. “I was hoping you’d say that.” A polite cough sounded somewhere behind them making them turn their heads in unison to find two impeccably dressed attendants standing beside the SUV, both pretending very hard not to smile as they waited beside the luggage. Y/N buried her face against Yunho’s shoulder with a groan. “We’ve had an audience this entire time, haven’t we?”

“They’ve been remarkably professional about it,” Yunho said, his grin growing wider as she laughed into his shoulder before finally lifting her head again. “Fine,” she declared. “Show me this ridiculously beautiful villa before I decide to climb onto the roof just to see the view.” Without setting her down, Yunho adjusted his hold and started walking toward the front entrance.

“Yunho.”

“Hm?”

“You know I can walk.”

“I know.”

“So why are you carrying me?” He looked down at her with a smile that was entirely too pleased with itself. “Because my wife jumped into my arms.”

“And?”

“I’m enjoying the consequences.” Yunho didn’t loosen his hold once. One arm remained securely beneath Y/N’s legs while the other supported her back, carrying her up the wide stone steps as though she’d become part of him somewhere between Hell and Greece. She laughed quietly, one arm looped around his neck, giving up on pretending she wanted to be put down as the front doors swung open with a flick of Yunho’s and cool air drifted out to meet them, scented faintly with lemon blossoms and polished cedar. The villa’s interior was just as breathtaking as its exterior. Sunlight poured through towering windows that overlooked the sea, illuminating creamy limestone floors and exposed wooden beams that stretched overhead. White linen curtains billowed gently with every breeze coming in from the open terrace doors, while soft neutral furnishings, woven rugs, and shelves lined with books gave the expansive rooms an effortless warmth that made the house feel lived in rather than merely luxurious. Y/N turned her head from one side to the other, trying to take everything in at once. “This is insane.”

“It’s comfortable,” Yunho replied with a teasing smile and she looked at him as though he said something completely outrageous. “Comfortable?”

“Yes.”

She gestured around the soaring room. “Your definition of comfortable is deeply concerning.” The attendants followed them inside with their luggage. “Your Highness,” one of them said politely, “where would you like the cases?” Yunho barely looked away from Y/N. “Just leave them by the front door. We’ll sort them out later.”

“Of course.”

The attendants bowed and quietly set the luggage neatly against the wall before slipping back outside, closing the doors behind them with barely a sound letting silence settle over the villa with only the distant rhythm of waves meeting the cliffs below remaining as Y/N smiled as she looked around again. “I don’t even know where to explore first.”

“The bedroom,” Yunho answered without hesitation and she laughed. “Biased.”

“Entirely.” He adjusted her slightly in his arms before heading toward the sweeping staircase. “You are seriously still carrying me.”

“I am.”

“My legs work.”

“I’ve noticed.”

“So…”

“They’re getting a break.”

She rolled her eyes, though the smile never left her face. “You’re impossible.”

“So you’ve said.” They climbed to the second floor, sunlight spilling across the landing from another wall of windows. Yunho turned down a quiet hallway before stopping outside a pair of tall wooden doors and nudged one open with his shoulder. The bedroom beyond was expansive without feeling ostentatious. White linen curtains framed open French doors leading onto a private balcony overlooking the Ionian sea. A fireplace sat opposite a large bed dressed in crisp white sheets, while the sound of the waves drifted inside with the breeze. Y/N stared for a long moment. “Okay….” She looked back at him with an almost disbelieving smile. “You were right.”

“I usually am.”

“Don’t let it go to your head.”

“It already has.” He carried her a few more steps into the room before leaning close enough that only she could hear. “I was thinking,” he murmured with an unmistakably playful grin, “that we ought to properly christen the honeymoon suite.” Heat immediately rose to her cheeks and she laughed, giving his shoulder a light swat. “You’ve been here less than five minutes.”

“I’ve been remarkably patient.”

“Patient?”

“Exceptionally.”

She shook her head, smiling despite herself. “I think Greece is having a terrible influence on you.”

“I was going to blame my wife.” She met his eyes, unable to stop smiling as he dropped his glamour and let his horns on display. “I walked right into that one.”

“You did.” For a quiet moment, neither of them spoke as the breeze stirred the curtains, sunlight shimmering across the sea beyond the balcony, and the villa settled around them with a peaceful stillness neither had experienced in what felt like forever. Yunho looked from the view back to her. And he felt it then. A feeling that for the first time in his life…. scared the shit out of him…… he suddenly couldn’t imagine eternity without her. That realization hit hard as he kissed her with a slow, deliberate hunger that hid the storm raging inside his chest, swallowing down his feelings and letting it fuel the way his lips moved over hers instead.

He guided her backward without breaking the kiss, lowering her onto the mattress with careful control, his larger frame hovering above her as their tongues slid together and Y/N’s hands found the hem of his shirt, yanking it upward. He let her strip it off, the fabric whispering across his skin before she tossed it aside and slid off the bed onto her knees, fingers hooking into his shorts and tugging them down along with his underwear letting his dick sprang free, heavy and already half hard. She looked up at him with a smirk that made his pulse jump. “I just realized…” she murmured, wrapping her fingers around his shaft and giving it a slow stroke, “I’ve only tasted you once.” The memory of their first night flashed behind his eyes and Yunho’s lips curved into a grin as he caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting her face exactly the way he had that night. “Open,” he said, voice low and she parted her lips as he leaned down and let a thick string of spit fall onto her tongue. She held it there for a moment, eyes locked on his, before closing her mouth and swallowing. Then she leaned in and dragged her tongue from the base of his dick all the way to the tip, slow and deliberate, savoring every inch as her hand stayed wrapped around the base and she opened wider and took the tip into her mouth, sucking gently at first, tongue swirling around it.

Yunho’s hand slid into her hair, not pushing, just resting there. “That’s it… fuck, just like that. Look at you taking me so well already.” She took more of him, inch by inch, until her nose brushed his pelvis and her throat fluttered around him. He groaned, hips twitching but staying still, letting her set the rhythm as she bobbed steadily, saliva dripping down his length, the wet sounds filling the quiet bedroom. Every time she pulled back to breathe, she licked along the underside before sinking down again, deeper each time. “Such a good girl,” he praised, voice rough. “Your throat feels fucking perfect around my dick. Keep going…. don’t stop.” She hummed around him, the vibration making his thighs tense as he let her stay in control, watching her work him with single minded focus until the pleasure built too high. His fingers tightened in her hair and he pulled her up, capturing her mouth again in a messy kiss as he kicked his shorts and underwear the rest of the way off along with his shoes, then reached for her clothes. Piece by piece he stripped her, lips following the newly exposed skin, kissing down her neck, across her collarbones, over the swell of her breasts, sinking lower, pressing open mouthed kisses to her stomach, her hips, the soft skin of her inner thighs. “Fuck…” he breathed against her, “I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough of you.”

Y/N’s fingers threaded through his hair, gripping one of his horns making him moan and his dick to twitch. “Again and again and again, huh?” she echoed him, voice teasing but warm and he answered by sliding two fingers through her folds, finding her already soaking wet. He pushed them inside her pussy in one smooth motion, curling them against her front wall while his other hand lifted toward her mouth. “Suck,” he ordered and she took his middle finger between her lips, sucking it wetly. When it was dripping, he pulled it free and reached behind her, pressing it against her tight rim. He worked it inside her ass slowly while his other two fingers kept thrusting into her pussy. The dual stretch made her moan and rock against his hand as he fucked both holes with steady rhythm, watching her face as pleasure built.

Her walls fluttered around his fingers as she came with a sharp cry, pussy clenching hard, ass squeezing his finger. Yunho didn’t stop though until the tremors eased, then withdrew his hand and licked his fingers that were buried in her pussy clean. Before he could move, Y/N surged forward, catching him off guard. She shoved his chest and he went down onto the bed and she climbed up after him, crawling over his body with a smirk, then turned and wiggled her ass right in front of his face. “You want it?” she teased, looking back over her shoulder and a low growl rumbled from Yunho’s chest as he grabbed her hips and yanked her back. “You sure?”

“Make me scream,” she grinned and his hand cracked across one ass cheek making her gasp, then she bent forward, arching her back and presenting herself to him. Yunho gripped her hips, lined up, and sank into her pussy first, taking his time, rolling his hips in deep, measured thrusts that coated his dick in her arousal. She grew wetter with every stroke, slick sounds filling the room. When she was dripping and moaning, he pulled out and brought his soaked dick to her ass, pressing the tip against her rim, pushing in slowly, giving her time to adjust to the thicker stretch. Y/N gasped his name as he bottomed out, her body trembling. Yunho stayed still, leaning down to kiss along her spine, one hand reaching beneath her to rub slow circles over her clit while the other teased her pussy with two fingers again. And only when she relaxed did he start moving, long, deliberate thrusts that let her feel every inch. He built the pace gradually, hips snapping harder as her moans grew louder and she sobbed his name, pushing back to meet him. “Fuck me,” she begged. “Please…. baby… just fuck me.”

Something in him snapped at the way she begged and called him baby. Yunho’s grip tightened and he started pounding into her ass, the bed creaking under the force. She cried out, fingers clawing at the sheets, begging him not to stop as he pulled her upright against his chest, one hand wrapping around her throat while the other guided her own fingers down to her pussy. “Put them in,” he growled against her ear. “Clench around them.” She slid two fingers inside herself, sobbing as her walls squeezed and Yunho kept fucking her ass in hard, relentless strokes while his fingers rubbed tight circles over her clit. “Mine,” he snarled.

“Yours,” she gasped.

“My pussy.”

“Your pussy.”

“My ass.”

“Your ass.”

The words fed the fire between them as her body shook harder with every thrust. And when she finally broke, she screamed his name, squirting around her own fingers, ass clenching rhythmically around his him. Yunho held her upright, fucking her through it until his own release hit and he buried himself deep, filling her ass and groaning against her neck. They collapsed onto the bed together, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. Yunho stayed inside her for a long moment, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder before slowly pulling out, gathering her close, one arm draping over her waist, the unspoken realization of what she meant to him now still burning quietly in his chest as he held her through the aftershocks.

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Pandemonium had never been quiet. The palace breathed with constant motion, servants crossing endless corridors, nobles arriving without invitation, ancient demons arguing over matters that had somehow remained unresolved for millennia. Yet somehow, over all of it, Lucifer’s voice still managed to dominate. “I said bigger.” Several servants froze as Seonghwa pinched the bridge of his nose without looking up from the parchment spread across the council table. “Your Majesty…” Lucifer stood before an enormous tapestry depicting Hell’s founding, gesturing animatedly as though the entire celebration already existed in his head. “I want every noble house invited.” Seonghwa sighed. “Every noble house?”

“Yes.” Lucifer replied like it was obvious. “The last time every noble house attended the same event…” he interrupted Seonghwa mid complaint. “Three duels.” Seonghwa corrected him. “Seven.” Lucifer waved a dismissive hand. “Minor details.” Seonghwa gave him a deadpan look. “They burned down the east ballroom.” Lucifer shrugged as if it were no big deal. “We rebuilt it.”

“They poisoned each other’s wine.”

“They survived.”

“Barely.” Lucifer finally looked at him. “And?” Seonghwa stared back. “You’re impossible.” Lucifer smiled smugly. “I rule Hell. I’ve earned it.” A reluctant laugh escaped Seonghwa despite himself. “So what exactly are we celebrating?” Lucifer looked almost offended by the question. “My daughter in law.” Seonghwa dipped his quill into ink. “You do realize most of the aristocracy still hasn’t accepted the marriage.”

“Then they’ll attend.”

“And if they refuse?”

“They won’t.”

“Because?” Lucifer smiled in that uniquely terrifying way only the Devil could. “Because I’m inviting them.” Seonghwa made another note. “So…” Lucifer clasped his hands behind his back, beginning to pace. “I want music.”

“Noted.”

“A feast.”

“Obviously.”

“I want every hall decorated.”

“I’ll inform the staff.”

“And gifts.”

Seonghwa paused. “Gifts?”

“For Y/N.”

“You’ve already given them a villa for their honeymoon.” Lucifer looked genuinely puzzled. “So?” Before Seonghwa could answer, the massive chamber doors swung open with enough force to echo through the throne room. Neither of them looked surprised as an older demon strode inside without waiting to be announced. Tall, broad shouldered, silver threaded through long black hair that hung past his shoulders, Eres carried himself with the effortless authority of someone who had ruled his own territories long before most kingdoms on Earth had existed. Curving obsidian horns framed a face carved with centuries of experience rather than age, and the crimson embroidery stitched into his dark robes marked him as one of Hell’s oldest noble houses. His expression, however….. was anything but composed. “My king.” Lucifer’s smile disappeared. “Eres.” Seonghwa quietly set his quill down. This wasn’t going to be a pleasant visit. Eres stopped several paces before the throne, his green eyes fixed entirely on Lucifer. “I’ve just returned from the eastern territories.”

“I gathered.”

“I was informed…” His jaw tightened. “that Prince Yunho has been bound.” Lucifer had to refrain from being a smartass. “He has.”

“To a human.”

“He has.” Silence settled over the room until finally, Eres laughed but it held no humor whatsoever. “Tell me they’re mistaken.”

“They aren’t.”

“You allowed this?”

“I did more than allow it.” Lucifer folded his hands calmly behind his back. “I blessed the marriage.” The words landed like a blade as Eres stared at him. Then disbelief gave way to anger. “For decades…” His voice remained controlled, though only barely. “For decades we discussed an alliance.” Lucifer remained perfectly still. “We did.”

“My daughter has spent years preparing.”

“I know.”

“We agreed the Prince would one day marry Estrie.”

“We discussed the possibility.”

Eres took another step forward. “It was more than a possibility.”

“No.” Lucifer’s voice stayed level. “It wasn’t.”

“It was understood.”

“It was assumed.” The distinction was razor thin and devastating. Eres’ eyes flashed. “My house has remained loyal to yours for over twelve hundred years.”

“I haven’t forgotten.”

“My armies answered every summons.”

“They did.”

“My family has stood beside yours through every rebellion.”

“And I’ve appreciated it.”

Eres spread his hands. “And this…” His voice cracked with restrained fury. “is how that loyalty is repaid?” Lucifer’s expression softened only slightly. “No.”

“It feels remarkably similar.”

“The marriage was never promised.”

“You never denied it.”

“I also never accepted it.” The room fell silent again and Seonghwa quietly looked toward the floor. He’d been present for many of those discussions over the years. Lucifer was right. He had never once promised Yunho to Estrie. Hell’s nobility had simply convinced themselves it would happen. Eres exhaled slowly through his nose. “My daughter loves him.” Lucifer had to refrain from rolling his eyes. “As do many.”

“She has for nearly seventy years.”

“I’ve noticed.”

“And now she learns…” His laugh returned, brittle and hollow. “from gossip.” A flicker of actual amusement crossed Lucifer’s face. “I intended to speak with you personally.”

“When?”

“When Yunho returned.”

“After introducing his human wife to the court?” Eres practically spat the word human out in disgust. Lucifer didn’t answer though. “I see.” Eres nodded and turned as though to leave before stopping. And without looking back, he spoke quietly. “Tell me one thing.” Lucifer waited. “Is she truly worth dismantling centuries of alliances?” The Devil looked toward the towering windows overlooking Pandemonium and when he answered, his voice carried none of the authority of a king. Only the certainty of a father. “My son smiled.” Eres frowned as Lucifer looked back at him. “For the first time since he lost his mother…” A faint mournful smile touched his lips. “my son smiled because he was happy.” The throne room became impossibly still but Lucifer’s gaze never wavered. “No alliance is worth taking that away from him.” Eres held his stare for another long moment before inclining his head just enough to acknowledge the answer. Whether he accepted it was another matter entirely. Without another word, Eres turned and walked out of the throne room, the enormous doors closing behind him with a thunderous boom that echoed through Pandemonium. Only after the silence returned did Seonghwa glance sideways at Lucifer. “So…” Lucifer sighed. “So.” Seonghwa stared at him. “I suppose I should make the guest list a little… flexible.” Lucifer rubbed a hand across his face. “No.” Seonghwa blinked, confused. “No?” The Devil’s eyes gleamed with quiet resolve. “Invite House Eres.” Seonghwa stared at him. “To the welcome celebration?”

“Especially them.” A slow, knowing smile spread across Seonghwa’s face. “You want the entire nobility to meet her.” Lucifer returned a menacing smile of his own. “If they’re going to question the Princess of Hell…” His voice lowered with unmistakable confidence. “I’d much rather they do it to her face for my son to see.”

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The drive to Melissani Cave wound through winding mountain roads lined with olive groves and towering cypress trees, the late morning sun spilling across the landscape in sheets of gold. Every few minutes the sea appeared between the hills, impossibly blue before disappearing behind another curve. Y/N had spent most of the drive with the window down, one arm resting against the door as the warm Mediterranean air played with her hair. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of looking at this.”

“You’ve said that six times.”

“I’ve meant it all six.” Yunho smiled to himself as the rental car Jeep rolled into the small parking area overlooking the famous cave. The moment the engine shut off, Y/N was already reaching for the door. “Hurry.” Yunho raised an eyebrow. “We’re on vacation.”

“I know.”

“So why are we in a rush?”

“Because…” She pointed dramatically toward the trees. “there’s an underground lake over there remember.” He laughed. “I don’t think it’s going anywhere.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I’m fairly confident.” She was already halfway out of the car before he finished speaking. A few minutes later they followed the shaded stone path leading toward the entrance. Y/N had worn the swimsuit Yunho insisted on her buying in Athens. A black bikini peeked through the sheer black mesh cover up that flowed around her legs with every step, the fabric catching the breeze while sunlight filtered through it. Oversized sunglasses rested atop her head now instead of over her eyes, and simple black sandals clicked softly against the stone walkway. Yunho had been staring for nearly five minutes. Not discreetly. Not even pretending. And of course caught him. “What?”

“What?”

“You’ve looked at me exactly twelve times since we got out of the car.”

“I don’t think that’s accurate.”

“I’ve been counting.”

He considered that. “Thirteen?” She snorted as he looked her up and down once more, completely shameless. “I can’t help it. My wife is beautiful.”

“I appreciate the compliment.”

“It wasn’t a compliment.” He grinned, playfully spanking her ass. “It was an observation.” A laugh escaped her before she could stop it and they continued down the path, more tourists came into view, families, couples, photographers, all making their way toward the cave entrance. Y/N leaned closer to Yunho, letting him wrap an arm around her. “I have a question.”

“Hm?”

“Do demons… get sunburned?”

Yunho looked genuinely thoughtful. “No.”

“Lucky.”

“We do overheat, though.”

She looked at him skeptically. “Really?”

“No.”

She smacked his arm. “You lying asshole.”

“I couldn’t resist.” He laughed as the path narrowed before opening onto a natural limestone sinkhole and Y/N stopped so abruptly that Yunho nearly walked into her. “Whoa.” The cave seemed to open beneath the earth itself. Sunlight poured through the collapsed ceiling high above, striking the water below like a spotlight. The lake glowed. Not blue. Not turquoise. But something between sapphire and liquid glass. The light shifted constantly beneath the surface, rippling over ancient limestone walls that curved into darkness beyond where the sun could reach. Small wooden rowboats drifted silently across the water, each carrying only a handful of people while local guides steered them through the cavern with long wooden poles. Y/N simply stared. “I…” She couldn’t find the words as Yunho watched her instead of the cave. “I’ve never seen water…” She laughed softly, almost to herself. “…I didn’t know water could look like that.” The sunlight caught in her eyes as she stepped closer to the railing. “It almost doesn’t look real.”

“It is.”

“I know.” She smiled without taking her eyes off the shimmering lake. “That’s the crazy part.” A boatman called out from below, waving toward the next group waiting to board. Yunho extended his hand. “Ready?” Y/N looked from the cave…. to him… then slipped her fingers into his. “I have a feeling,” she said, smiling brightly, “this is going to be one of those memories I’m still talking about when I’m almost too old to remember.” Yunho’s thumb brushed gently across the back of her hand, her missing the look on his face at the mention of her getting old. Her immortality lingering in the back of his thoughts as if mocking him for being too much of a coward to kill her. “I hope so.”Hand in hand, they descended the worn stone steps toward the waiting boat, disappearing into the brilliant blue heart of the cave. The little wooden boat drifted away from the dock with barely a ripple, its elderly guide using a long polished pole to push them silently across the glowing lake. The deeper they ventured beneath the limestone ceiling, the quieter the outside world became. Conversations softened into whispers as everyone instinctively looked upward. Sunlight poured through the opening high above, scattering across the water until it looked less like a lake and more like liquid sapphire. Y/N sat near the front beside Yunho, one hand trailing lazily just above the water’s surface without quite touching it. She couldn’t stop looking around. Every few seconds another shaft of sunlight found a different angle, painting the cave walls in shifting shades of blue and silver. “This feels fake,” she murmured and Yunho smiled, his shoulder brushing her. “You’re saying that a lot today.”

“Because everything keeps looking like someone edited reality.”

“I’ll admit…” He looked around himself. “Earth has its moments.” She nudged him lightly. “I knew you’d finally admit we’re prettier than Hell.”

“I’m not admitting anything.”

“You just did.”

“I said Earth has moments.” She grinned triumphantly anyway and several seats behind them, an older couple chuckled. The woman had silver hair tucked beneath a wide straw hat while her husband sat beside her with one arm comfortably around her shoulders. Deep laugh lines framed both of their faces, the kind earned over decades rather than years. “You two are adorable,” the woman said warmly making Y/N glance back smiling. “Thank you.”

“Vacation?” Y/N looked at Yunho before answering. “Honeymoon, actually.” The woman’s expression brightened immediately. “Oh! Congratulations!” Her husband reached over to squeeze her hand. “Best kind of trip.” The woman looked between them again before her brow furrowed slightly. “Although…” Y/N tilted her head. “What?”

“I hope you don’t mind me asking.” She smiled apologetically. “Where are your rings?” For the first time since the binding… Y/N blinked as her left hand instinctively lifted. Bare and empty. She looked toward Yunho’s. Also bare. The realization hit both of them at exactly the same time as she had the horn shaped mark around her wrist. He had the feather shaped mark winding around his own. They’d been so consumed by surviving earthquakes, Hell, demon politics, weddings officiated by Reapers, and honeymoon sex that neither of them had once stopped to think about wedding rings. Y/N laughed awkwardly. “That’s actually a really good question.” The older woman smiled knowingly. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t worry. My husband lost his first ring three weeks after we got married.”

“I dropped it into the Adriatic,” the man admitted sheepishly.

“You threw up over the side of a ferry.”

“I was seasick.”

“You insisted you weren’t.”

“I was wrong.”

Y/N laughed. “We…” She glanced sideways at Yunho. “had a very unconventional wedding.”

“I’ll say,” Yunho muttered under his breath and she bumped his knee with hers before looking back at the couple. “We just… haven’t gotten around to rings yet.” The older woman nodded thoughtfully. “That happens more often than people think.” Her husband smiled fondly at her. “We actually came to Greece for our honeymoon too.” Y/N’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Forty years ago,” the woman said, squeezing her husband’s hand again. “This cave was one of our first stops.”

“We promised each other we’d come back someday.”

“It only took us four decades.”

Her husband laughed. “Life gets busy.”

“It does.” Y/N looked between them, watching the quiet ease with which they sat together. They weren’t constantly talking. They didn’t need to be. Every now and then one would simply glance at the other, smile, and look back toward the shimmering water as though forty years had taught them an entire language without words. “They’re relationship goals,” Y/N whispered quietly to Yunho. He looked at the couple. Then at her. “I can see that.” The older woman overheard just enough to laugh. “My dear…” she said, smiling at Y/N. “The secret isn’t finding someone exciting.”

“No?”

“It’s finding someone you still choose when life stops being exciting.” Her husband nodded. “Eventually the butterflies settle down.”

“And then?” The older woman smiled up at her husband. “If you’re lucky…” Her fingers intertwined with his. “you realize you married your best friend.” Silence settled over the little boat again and Y/N found herself staring thoughtfully at the rippling water. Beside her, Yunho quietly reached over and laced his fingers through hers and she squeezed back without thinking. The older couple smiled to themselves as the boat drifted beneath another shaft of brilliant sunlight and the woman looked toward Yunho with a teasing smile. “And young man…”

“Yes?”

“When you finally buy her a ring…” She winked. “make sure it’s one she’ll never want to take off.” Yunho’s gaze shifted from the woman to Y/N’s empty left hand… then to the horn shaped mark circling her wrist and a quiet smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I think,” he said softly, more to himself than anyone else, “I already know exactly what it should look like.” Y/N looked up at him curiously. “You do?” He only smiled, glancing at the water around them. “I have an idea.”

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The little beachfront restaurant sat tucked between swaying palms and the shoreline, strings of warm golden lights hanging overhead like scattered stars while the last rays of the sun melted into the Ionian sea. Waves rolled lazily onto the sand only a few yards away, their quiet rhythm blending with soft Greek music drifting from somewhere farther down the beach. It was the kind of evening that felt too beautiful to belong to real life as Y/N stepped onto the wooden deck ahead of Yunho, smoothing the soft white romper she’d chosen for dinner. The lightweight fabric danced around her legs every time the sea breeze rolled through, the lace up sandals winding elegantly around her calves. The hostess greeted them warmly before leading them toward a table set almost directly on the sand. Candles flickered inside small glass lanterns, their flames dancing every time the breeze swept through. The horizon burned orange. Then pink. Then deep violet. Y/N sighed as she sat down. “I’m serious…. I don’t think I’m ever leaving.” Yunho pulled out her chair before taking the seat across from her. “I could arrange that.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know.”

She looked out toward the sea again. “I could stay here forever.” The word caught him. Forever. His smile remained exactly where it was but something behind his eyes shifted. The waiter arrived, taking their orders before disappearing just as quietly, leaving them alone with the sound of the ocean. Y/N rested her chin in her hand, watching the last edge of the sun disappear beneath the water. She didn’t notice Yunho watching her. He wasn’t seeing the beach anymore. He was seeing… years. Decades. The first silver strand in her hair. The tiny lines beside her smile. Hands that would someday wrinkle. A back that might ache. Eyes that would eventually struggle to read. She’d joked about talking about Greece when she was almost too old to remember. At the time, he’d managed to hide what that sentence had done to him. Now… watching the sunset paint her face… he couldn’t stop imagining it. She was twenty four. So heartbreakingly young as she laughed at something happening farther down the beach where a little girl chased gulls through the surf. The sound pulled another thought through him. One day… she wouldn’t look like this anymore. Unless… his father’s words slipped back into his mind with merciless clarity. Kill her while she’s still young… his jaw tightened. No. He couldn’t. He already knew he couldn’t. Which meant… she would grow old. While he remained exactly the same.

“Yunho?” He didn’t answer. “Baby?” The nickname finally reached him. He blinked, focusing his gaze on her. Y/N was leaning forward now, concern replacing her smile. “You’ve been staring at me for like…” She glanced at the sky as if calculating. “ten minutes.”

“I have?”

“You didn’t even blink.” He tried to smile but didn’t quite reach his eyes. She reached across the table, gently taking his hand. “What’s wrong?” His thumb brushed absentmindedly across her knuckles but nothing came out. Because where would he even begin? By the way, you’re going to die someday unless… No. My father wants me to kill you before that happens. Absolutely not. There’s a way for you to live forever, but… He couldn’t. Not here. Not while she still looked so happy. The candlelight flickered between them as Y/N squeezed his hand again. “You’ve got that look.”

“What look?”

“The one where you’re thinking so hard you’ve forgotten I’m sitting in front of you.” A quiet breath escaped him and are waited patiently. Until finally…… very quietly… Yunho let it out. “There’s something I haven’t told you.” Her smile faded just enough for concern to take its place. “What is it?” He looked into her eyes. Then down at their joined hands. Then back at her. “I just…” His voice caught before he tried again. “I don’t know how to tell you.” The waves continued to roll onto the shore. The music carried softly through the evening air. And for the first time since arriving in Greece… the perfect honeymoon felt very far away as the words sat between them for so long that the sounds of the restaurant slowly filled the silence. Glasses clinked. Someone laughed somewhere farther down the beach. A server walked past carrying a tray of grilled fish, the scent of lemon and herbs briefly cutting through the salty evening air. Yunho barely noticed any of it. His entire world had narrowed to the woman sitting across from him. He took a slow breath. “When a mortal soul becomes bound to an immortal one…” His fingers remained loosely intertwined with hers atop the table. “…the binding itself doesn’t change the mortal.” Y/N listened without interrupting. “You stay human.” She nodded. “I noticed.”

“You still age. You can still get sick. And…” His voice became quieter. “you’ll eventually die.” The words felt wrong leaving his mouth. “I won’t.” Y/N furrowed her brows. “Won’t what?”

“I won’t die.” He shook his head. “But…. I don’t want to lose you.” Her confusion deepened. “There is…” He searched for words that somehow didn’t exist. “Another part of the binding. If…” His jaw tightened. “…if the immortal bound to the mortal is the one who kills them…”

“What?”

“Their soul returns.” He forced himself to continue. “They wake again. Immortal.” The breeze stirred the candle between them as Y/N simply looked at him. Trying to understand. “So…” Her voice had become almost a whisper. “If…” She couldn’t even finish the sentence so he did it for her. “If I kill you…” His throat tightened around the words. “you would come back.” She looked horrified. “Immortal.” Yunho squeezed her hand. “But I’m not going to.” She finally looked back at him. “What?”

“I’m not.”

“Yunho…”

“I can’t.” His voice cracked. “I thought…” He laughed once, bitterly. “I thought maybe I could.” She watched him carefully. “My father believes I should while you still have your youth. He thinks…” Yunho looked out toward the darkening sea. “…it would spare you.” He couldn’t bring himself to explain the rest. That she’d never wrinkle. Never weaken. Never grow frail. Never leave him. He swallowed hard. “I can’t. Y/N I can’t kill you.” She opened her mouth but he kept talking anyway. “I keep trying to convince myself it’s logical.” He laughed quietly. “It isn’t.”

“It is.”

“It isn’t.” His eyes finally met hers again. “Because I…” The words caught. He’d faced armies. Kings. Archangels. Ancient demons. But none of them had ever made him hesitate like this. “I…” He rubbed a hand across his face. “I think… I’m pretty sure…” He laughed nervously at himself. “I’ve fallen in love with you.” The world seemed to stop. Even the waves sounded farther away and just Y/N simply stared as The Prince of Hell looked almost embarrassed. “I wasn’t planning on saying that tonight.” Or for a while. Because it was insane. They’d known each other a week.

“No?”

“I was hoping to have… significantly more dignity.” Despite everything… a tiny smile tugged at the corner of Y/N’s mouth. “You’ve picked a very romantic setting.” She teased. “I suppose I have.” Before either of them could say anything else, their waiter appeared with an apologetic smile. “Forgive the interruption.” Menus were gently set before them. “Are we ready to order?” Yunho looked at Y/N and she nodded. “I think so.” Several minutes later, after deciding on fresh seafood and roasted vegetables, the waiter disappeared once more, leaving them alone beneath the string lights. Neither spoke for a while. Yunho wondered if he’d ruined the evening. Or the honeymoon. Or everything. If she hates him? Then… Y/N quietly broke the silence. “So…” He looked up. “If you don’t…” She searched carefully for the words. “kill me…” He hated hearing her say it. “I’ll grow old normally?”

“Yes.”

She looked down at their joined hands. Then back at him. “Then do it.” His entire body froze. “What?” She held up a finger. “I mean…” A nervous laugh escaped her. “…not right now.” He continued staring. “I don’t want to die tomorrow.”

“Y/N…”

“But…” She looked out toward the moonlit sea for a long moment before returning her gaze to him. “I also don’t want to leave you.” Those six words stole every thought from his mind as she smiled sadly. “You’ve lived four hundred years. I’ve lived twenty four. If we really are…” She squeezed his hand gently. “bound forever…” Her voice softened. “Then I don’t want forever to end because I got old.” Emotion flashed across Yunho’s face so quickly she almost missed it. “I know that’s probably a terrifying thing to hear. But…” She smiled a little. “I’m also pretty sure I’m falling in love with you too.” Yunho stared at her, his immortal heart feeling as if it would blow into a million pieces inside his chest. “You…” She laughed softly. “I wasn’t planning on saying it tonight either.” For a long moment, neither of them spoke as the candle flickered between their hands. Then, finally, Yunho shook his head with an almost disbelieving smile. “You realize…”

“What?”

“this might be the strangest love confession in history.” Y/N laughed through the tears gathering in her eyes. “It definitely is.” He lifted her hand and pressed a gentle kiss across her knuckles. “We don’t have to decide tonight. We have time.” And Yunho allowed himself to believe it. Not because the decision had become easier. But because, whatever they chose, they would face it together.

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Morning arrived slowly over Kefalonia. Golden sunlight spilled through the open balcony doors, carrying the scent of saltwater and blooming jasmine into the bedroom. White curtains swayed lazily in the breeze, and somewhere below, waves rolled rhythmically against the cliffs. Yunho opened his eyes first and for a long moment he didn’t move. Y/N was still asleep beside him, naked as he was, tangled in the white sheets, one arm stretched across the space where he’d been lying moments before. Her hair fanned across the pillow, the peaceful expression on her face completely at odds with everything they’d survived to reach this quiet little corner of Greece. He smiled despite himself. A week ago she’d been a stranger. Now… now couldn’t imagine waking up without seeing her there. Careful not to disturb her, Yunho slipped quietly out of bed, grabbing one of the lightweight white robes hanging near the bathroom, tying it loosely around his waist before glancing back one last time. She was still sleeping. “Good,” he murmured to himself. Maybe he could surprise her with breakfast.

The villa was almost unnaturally quiet as he padded downstairs, rubbing a hand through his silver hair. He hadn’t even made it halfway across the kitchen before the unmistakable sound of someone opening the refrigerator reached him and his entire body went rigid. Someone was in the kitchen. Every instinct sharpened at once as the refrigerator door swung shut. “Morning.” Yunho nearly jumped out of his skin. “What the fuck, Wooyoung?” Wooyoung stood there holding an orange juice carton like he’d lived in the villa his entire life. “What?” he replied innocently. “Good morning to you too.” Yunho blinked twice before glaring at the lust demon. “How did you get in here?”

“I opened the door.”

“I locked the door.”

“I’m a demon.”

“That’s not the point.” Wooyoung took a casual sip of juice. “I disagree.” Yunho stared at him in complete disbelief before noticing movement near the island countertop. Someone else was standing there. Dark hair. White linen shirt. Looking thoroughly uncomfortable. “San?” The archangel lifted one hand in an awkward little wave. “Hello.” Yunho slowly closed his eyes. “No.” Wooyoung looked confused. “No?”

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“I mean…” Yunho pointed between the two of them. “absolutely not.” Wooyoung frowned. “You haven’t even heard why we’re here.”

“I don’t need to.”

“You really do.”

“I really don’t.”

Wooyoung sighed dramatically. “I need somewhere to hide.”

“Hide from who?”

Wooyoung hesitated. “Several people.”

“How several?”

San answered quietly. “Enough that we thought it was better not to count.” Yunho pinched the bridge of his nose. “Please tell me you didn’t bring your problems to my honeymoon.”

“We didn’t bring them. They followed us.” Yunho looked from Wooyoung…. to San then back to Wooyoung. Then realization dawned and his eyes widened. “You two are hiding together.” Wooyoung smiled proudly. “We’re dating.”

“I gathered.”

“And we’re adorable.”

“Debatable.”

San coughed into his fist, unsuccessfully hiding a smile as Yunho pointed toward the front door. “No.” Wooyoung blinked. “No?”

“You and your fucking archangel boyfriend are not ruining my honeymoon.”

“We’re not ruining anything!”

“You appeared in my kitchen before breakfast!”

“We were very quiet about it.”

“You were stealing my orange juice!”

“I was borrowing it.”

“There is no universe where that’s borrowing.” Wooyoung opened his mouth to argue before the unmistakable sound of bare feet padding across the hardwood stairs echoed through the villa. Yunho’s eyes widened. “Oh, no…” Y/N wandered into the kitchen with sleepy eyes, one hand rubbing at them as she yawned. The white sheet she’d hastily wrapped around herself after realizing Yunho had disappeared was tucked securely beneath one arm, leaving one shoulder bare. She hadn’t even fully opened her eyes yet. “Baby…” she mumbled. “You left me…” Then she looked up and entire body froze. For a solid three seconds, nobody spoke. “Why is Wooyoung here?” Wooyoung slowly raised one hand. “Morning?” Y/N’s eyes narrowed as she looked at Wooyoung then to San who she had no idea was. Then at Yunho standing there in nothing but a robe. Then right back to Wooyoung. “Am I still asleep?”

“No,” Yunho answered unfortunately.

“I was hoping I was.”

Wooyoung offered her an awkward smile. “In my defense…”

“You have a defense?”

“I didn’t know you’d be downstairs this early.” Y/N looked down at the sheet wrapped around herself before letting out a tiny squeak. “Oh my God.” It wasn’t as bad as Seonghwa walking in on them in the shower but she was still naked under that sheet. Without another word, she spun around so fast the sheet nearly came loose, caught it at the last second, and bolted straight back toward the staircase. “I’ll… I’ll be back!” Her voice echoed from halfway upstairs. “With clothes!” The bedroom door slammed shut behind her. Wooyoung looked after her before slowly turning back to Yunho. “She looks thoroughly fucked out so I’m assuming the honeymoon has gone splendidly so far.” Yunho stared at him with the flattest expression imaginable. “I am going to throw you into Purgatory myself.” San quietly took another sip of coffee he’d apparently already made for himself. “I did suggest knocking.”

“You did,” Wooyoung admitted.

“I distinctly remember saying, Perhaps we shouldn’t surprise the newlyweds.”

“You did say that.”

“And yet…” Wooyoung shrugged. “I thought it’d be funny.” Yunho let out a long sigh, dropping his forehead briefly into one hand. “I cannot believe this is my honeymoon.” A few minutes later, the bedroom door opened again and Y/N descended the stairs much more cautiously this time, now dressed in a pair of denim shorts and one of Yunho’s oversized black Henleys that nearly reached the middle of her thighs. She stopped beside Yunho, lightly bumping his arm. “You could’ve warned me.”

“I just found them. There wasn’t exactly time for a detailed explanation.” She huffed a laugh despite herself before looking back at Wooyoung. “So…. What are you doing here?” Wooyoung smiled brightly at her. “Well…. the big guy upstairs kind of found out one of his favorite archangels have been topping me and he might be a tad bit mad.” San closed his eyes. “I told you that wasn’t how you should phrase it.”

“It was the quickest explanation.”

“It was certainly… an explanation.”

Y/N looked from Wooyoung to San, then slowly toward Yunho. “Did I hear that correctly?” Yunho sighed. “Unfortunately.” Wooyoung leaned casually against the kitchen island. “So now Heaven is looking for him.” San raised a finger. “Technically, they’re looking for both of us.”

“True.”

Y/N frowned. “Because you’re… together?” San nodded. “It isn’t exactly encouraged.” Wooyoung snorted. “Encouraged is one way to put it.” San rubbed the back of his neck, looking genuinely apologetic. “We really are sorry.” Y/N looked at him. He was the complete opposite of Wooyoung. Calm where Wooyoung was chaos. Polite where Wooyoung was… well, Wooyoung. “So…” she said carefully, “how long are you planning on hiding here?” Wooyoung looked at San and neither answered making Yunho glare at them. “Absolutely not.”

“What?”

“That silence tells me you don’t have a plan.”

“We’re figuring it out.”

Y/N laughed again before walking over to the coffee machine. “Okay,” she said, reaching for a mug. “Before anybody starts another argument…” She glanced over her shoulder. “does anyone else want coffee?”

“I would love some more,” San answered politely as Wooyoung raised his hand. “I’ll take some.” Yunho stared at him. “You have some nerve asking my wife to make you coffee after breaking into our villa.” Wooyoung looked at Y/N. “See! I told you he’s possessive.” Y/N smiled over the rim of the coffee tin. “I’ve noticed.” Yunho looked at her in mock betrayal. “You were supposed to be on my side.”

“I am.”

“Then why are you smiling?”

“Because…” She laughed softly as she measured out the coffee grounds. “I kind of think this is the most normal morning we’ve had all week.” The kitchen fell quiet for a moment. She wasn’t wrong. No earthquakes. No demon politics. No assassination threats. Yunho looked around the room, then back at Y/N and a reluctant smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I suppose it is.”

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Late afternoon sunshine bathed the harbor in warm gold by the time the four of them finally left the villa. Y/N stepped out onto the stone walkway first, a pair of sunglasses perched atop her head as the sea breeze immediately caught the flowing hem of her black dress. The long sleeves hugged her arms while the cutouts at her waist revealed just enough skin to keep it playful, the asymmetrical skirt drifting behind her with every step. It was the kind of outfit that looked effortlessly elegant against the whitewashed buildings of Kefalonia, especially with the sparkling blue water stretching endlessly beyond them. Yunho followed a second later, locking the villa behind him. His silver hair caught the sunlight as he adjusted the sleeves of the red and black flannel hanging open over a fitted black tank top. Black cargo shorts sat comfortably on his hips, sunglasses hooked through the neckline of his shirt. It was the closest thing the Prince of Hell owned to vacation clothes. He looked up and stopped. “Seriously?” Y/N turned in a slow circle, letting the breeze lift the skirt slightly before planting a hand on her hip. “What?”

“You couldn’t have warned me.”

“About?”

“That.”

She looked down at herself with exaggerated innocence as he laughed under his breath. “I was hoping we’d actually make it through today’s sightseeing.”

“We are.”

“No, we’re not.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m going to spend the entire day making sure every man around the island remembers how to keep his eyes to himself.”

Y/N grinned. “There he is.” Her grin slowly turned into a smirk.

“Who?”

“My possessive husband.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Mhm.” She reached up, tugging lightly on one of the strings near the neckline of her dress and Yunho’s eyes immediately followed the movement. “Don’t.” A mischievous smile spread across her face. “I didn’t even do anything.”

“You were thinking about it.”

“I was.”

“I knew it.”

She laughed, slipping her hand into his before he could continue pouting. “I dressed up for you. Because I love the way you look at me.” That stole every remaining complaint from him and his ears turned the faintest shade of pink. “You can’t just say things like that.”

“I just did.” Before Yunho could recover enough to answer, the front gate creaked open behind them. “Oh good!” Wooyoung announced brightly. “You’re finally ready.” Yunho’s shoulders sagged. “No.” San offered an apologetic smile as he stepped through the gate behind him, dressed simply in a loose cream button up with the sleeves rolled to his forearms and light linen trousers. “We brought pastries.” Wooyoung triumphantly held up a paper bag. “And coffee.”

“I don’t care.”

“They’re still warm.”

“I still don’t care.”

Wooyoung looked genuinely offended at Yunho. “You don’t care about pastries?”

“I care that you’re here.”

“We’re sightseeing together.”

“No, we’re sightseeing.” Yunho pointed between himself and Y/N. Then pointed toward Wooyoung and San. “You two are following us.”

“It’s the same island.”

“Go see a different part of it.”

Wooyoung draped an arm around San’s shoulders. “But we like this part.” San quietly lifted the paper bag. “There are pistachio croissants.” Y/N’s head turned so quickly Yunho almost laughed. “Pistachio?” The archangel nodded. “The bakery owner insisted we try them.” Y/N looked at Yunho. Then at the bag. Then back at her husband. “Can they come?” Yunho stared at her in disbelief. “You’ve betrayed me…”

“They have pastries.”

“You were on my side five seconds ago.”

“I still am.”

“You switched teams for baked goods.”

“I switched teams for pistachio baked goods.”

Wooyoung pumped a victorious fist into the air. “Yes!” Yunho pinched the bridge of his nose. “I cannot believe I just lost my wife to a croissant.”

“You didn’t lose her,” Wooyoung said, already pulling one from the bag. “You merely underestimated the power of European pastries.” San accepted his own pastry before offering one to Y/N with a warm smile and she took it happily. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Y/N smiled at San before she looked up at Yunho, slipping her hand back into his. “Come on, Prince of Hell.” She tugged him gently toward the winding streets overlooking the harbor. “I want to see the island.” Still muttering under his breath about uninvited guests and stolen honeymoons, Yunho let himself be pulled along anyway, his fingers tightening around hers as the four of them disappeared into the maze of sunlit streets above the sparkling Ionian sea. The streets of Argostoli were alive with the lazy rhythm of a Greek afternoon. Balconies overflowed with bright bougainvillea, cats lounged in patches of warm sunlight without a care in the world, and every few storefronts another café spilled laughter onto the cobblestone streets. The scent of fresh bread, citrus, and the sea drifted together on the breeze as tourists wandered between little family owned shops selling handmade ceramics, olive oils, local wines, and shelves full of tiny souvenirs. Y/N was absolutely in heaven. “Ooh.” She disappeared into yet another little shop before Yunho had even finished the last bite of his croissant. He stopped outside the doorway. “Again?” She looked over her shoulder. “They have magnets.”

San accepted the paper shopping bag Y/N had already filled with postcards and little bottles of locally made olive oil. “I can carry these.”

“Thank you.”

Yunho reached for the bag. “I’ll carry them.” San immediately let go. “Of course.” Y/N smiled to herself. There it was again. She wandered deeper into the shop, picking up a tiny hand painted ceramic pomegranate before holding it toward the sunlight. “It’s cute.”

“It’s fragile.”

“I know.”

“It’ll break in the suitcase.”

“I know.”

“You’re buying it anyway.”

“I am.”

Yunho sighed dramatically before taking it from her with surprising care and wrapping it back in the tissue paper exactly as the shop owner had packed it. She watched him for a second. Then another. Until finally… a smile slowly spread across her face. “You know… you’re kind of like a puppy.” Yunho looked up. “Excuse me?” She nodded confidently. “You follow me everywhere.”

“I do not.”

“You absolutely do.”

“I’m making sure you don’t accidentally buy the entire island.”

“Mhm.”

“You have no sense of restraint. And honestly I blame myself.”

She folded her arms. “And yet…” He raised an eyebrow. “you’ve been carrying every single bag I’ve bought.”

“That’s called being helpful.”

“No.” She stepped closer, grinning. “That’s called puppy behavior.” Wooyoung laughed so hard he nearly dropped his coffee ad Y/N slipped her hand into Yunho’s again. “You know…” she said more quietly this time, “I kind of like having my own very tall puppy.”

“I am not a puppy.”

“No?”

“No.”

“You just happen to follow me into every shop.”

“I’m supervising.”

“Mhm.”

“So you don’t spend three thousand euros on decorative spoons.”

“I wasn’t going to.”

“You were thinking about it.”

“I was considering them.”

“I knew it.”

She laughed, leaning briefly against his arm before they wandered back outside into the warm afternoon sun. They spent another hour weaving through narrow streets lined with colorful storefronts until Y/N suddenly stopped in front of a small artisan shop tucked between a bakery and a florist. Wind chimes danced gently outside the entrance. Inside, shelves overflowed with handcrafted wooden music boxes, carved figurines, embroidered tablecloths, and delicate stained glass ornaments that caught the sunlight like little jewels. Yunho slowed beside her and his smile faded into something quieter as his eyes lingered on a small carved wooden jewelry box decorated with pressed flowers beneath polished glass. “My mom would’ve loved this place.” The words slipped out before he could stop them. Y/N turned toward him. Watching as he seemed to lose him for a moment in memories. “You’ve… never really talked about her.” He didn’t answer. For several long seconds he simply stared through the shop window. Even Wooyoung fell silent and San quietly drifted toward the opposite side of the street, giving them space without saying a word. Y/N didn’t push. She simply waited until Yunho exhaled slowly. “My father met her in Korea.” His voice had become softer than she’d ever heard it. “The early 1600s. She was a witch.” He smiled faintly. “She’d already been practicing for decades.” He looked toward the mountains rising beyond the town. “She fascinated him.”

“I can imagine.”

“He wasn’t supposed to stay.”

“But he did.”

“He stayed for almost thirty years.”

Y/N’s eyebrows lifted.

“Thirty?”

“He kept finding excuses.” A tiny smile tugged at the corner of Yunho’s mouth. “He’d claimed he was studying humans.” Y/N laughed quietly. “He was studying one human.”

“Exactly.” Yunho looked back toward the little jewelry box. “They fell in love.”

“And she knew… who he was?”

“From the first day.”

“How?”

“She told me the first thing she did when he appeared in her cottage…” His smile became almost nostalgic. “was throw salt at him.” Y/N stared at him, a small snort leaving her. “What?”

“It didn’t work.”

She laughed. “I assume not.”

“She told him afterward she knew he wasn’t a ghost.”

“What did she think he was?”

“A very handsome problem.”

Y/N grinned. “You and your father seemed to have that in common.” Yunho chuckled softly, his smile slowly disappearing again. “When she was around forty… my father brought her and me to Hell.” Y/N looked at him in surprise. “She lived there?”

“For years.” He nodded. “She had her own gardens. My father rebuilt an entire courtyard because she said Hell needed flowers.” Y/N couldn’t help smiling at the image. “I can actually picture Lucifer doing that.”

“He complained the entire time.”

“But he still did it.”

“He always did.” The warmth left Yunho’s expression. “But…” His voice became almost a whisper. “They weren’t bound.” Y/N’s smile faded. “So…”

“So she stayed human.” Yunho swallowed the lump in his throat at those last memories of his mother. “She kept getting older.” The sounds of the busy street seemed to fade around them as he looked out toward the sea. “My father could’ve interfered. But she wouldn’t let him. She said death had already chosen its path.” His fingers tightened almost unconsciously around Y/N’s hand. “By the time she became sick… she was tired. She told him she’d had a beautiful life.” His voice grew rough. “She didn’t want the man she loved spending eternity wondering whether she’d only stayed because he refused to let her go.” Y/N felt her chest tighten. “What did he do?”

“He respected her choice.” Yunho stared silently toward the glittering Ionian Sea. “I’ve never seen my father beg anyone before.” He gave a quiet, humorless laugh. Yunho had been too young to understand it then. Looking back now, he realized that wasn’t the King of Hell kneeling beside his mother’s bed. It was simply a husband who couldn’t imagine a world without his wife. “But he begged her.” His eyes never left the horizon. “And she still smiled at him… held his face… and told him that loving someone doesn’t mean stealing every goodbye.” For a long moment, neither of them moved. Y/N simply reached for his hand with both of hers. And this time… it wasn’t because he was following her. It was because she realized exactly where his fear came from. It had never been about immortality alone. He had watched the most powerful being he’d ever known discover that even love couldn’t always win against time.

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Night settled over the villa with the slow, easy rhythm that seemed unique to the Greek islands. The balcony doors had been left cracked open, allowing the cool evening breeze to drift through the bedroom, carrying the distant sounds of waves rolling against the cliffs below. Moonlight spilled across the hardwood floors in pale silver ribbons as steam still lingered in the adjoining bathroom. The shower shut off and a moment later Yunho stepped out, a white towel slung low around his waist as he rubbed another through his damp hair. Water still traced lazy paths down his shoulders while he wandered barefoot into the bedroom. Y/N was curled comfortably against the headboard, a book she’d picked up earlier that afternoon resting in her lap as she glanced up. “Feeling better?”

“Hm.” Yunho stopped as a muffled thump echoed from somewhere farther down the hallway. Then another thump. Then what sounded suspiciously like someone moaning before being hastily shushed. He slowly closed his eyes. “I should just let God kill them.” Y/N looked up from her book. “What?” Another muffled moan drifted through the villa and her eyebrows lifted. “Oh.” Yunho pinched the bridge of his nose. “I gave them one guest room. I specifically gave them the guest room on the opposite side of the villa.” Another unmistakable moan louder this time. “And somehow,” he muttered, “they’re still the loudest people on the island.” Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, trying very hard not to laugh. “They’re really…”

“Unfortunately.”

She pulled the blanket a little higher as amusement spread across her face. “I forgot…” Yunho looked over with one brow raised. “Isn’t he like your…” She gestured vaguely. “grandfather or something?” He furrowed his brows. “Who?”

“God.”

Yunho shrugged as though she had asked whether he’d ever tried olives. “Technically.”

“Technically?”

“I’ve never met him. My dad hates him. He hates my dad. Hates me. And everyone hates him.” That answer caught her off guard. “Really?” Yunho shook his head, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Just because humans worship him…. doesn’t make him good.” Y/N was quiet for a while. The only sounds in the room were the waves beyond the balcony and the occasional muffled noise from somewhere down the hallway that Yunho was making a very deliberate effort to ignore. She closed her book and rested it on the nightstand. “Yeah.” Yunho looked over. “They usually are.” His brow furrowed slightly. “What do you mean?” She drew one knee toward her chest, absentmindedly tracing the edge of the blanket with her fingertips. “My ex…” The words came slowly. “I…” She let out a small breath. “I broke up with him about a year before my grandma passed. He was…” She gave a humorless little laugh. “Perfect.”

“Perfect?”

“To everyone else.” She looked toward the moonlit balcony. “He volunteered. He remembered birthdays. He brought flowers to my grandma every Sunday.” She smiled sadly. “People loved him.” Yunho watched her expression change. It wasn’t anger. It was disappointment. Like she still mourned the version of him she’d thought existed. And he didn’t like it. Knew he wouldn’t like what she was about to say. “Then…” she said quietly. “he wasn’t.” Silence settled over the room and Yunho’s gaze never left her but his jaw clenched, his claws elongating without thinking. “What happened?” She swallowed. “He got comfortable.” The words barely rose above a whisper. “It started with little things.” She shrugged faintly. “Telling me what I should wear. What friends I shouldn’t spend time with. Criticizing everything I did.” She looked down at her hands. “And every time I’d say something…” Her smile disappeared. “he’d apologize. And then he’d do it again.” Yunho’s eyes went black as she continued. “I kept telling myself he’d go back to being the person I met. But he didn’t.”

Yunho had to control himself. Choose his words wisely. Because if she said what he thought she was going to…. if this story went where he knew it was going…. “Did he hurt you?” The question was so quiet it almost disappeared into the breeze. Y/N looked at him and for a long moment she didn’t answer. “It’s why I left him.” Something shifted in Yunho. His entire posture changed. The softness he’d been carrying all evening was completely gone now beneath something much colder. His eyes remained on hers, but there was now a dangerous stillness behind the black depths. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm. Almost too calm. “Do you want me to kill him?”

“What?”

“If that’s what you want…” He didn’t look like he was joking. “I can.” She stared at him. “Yunho…”

“He’ll never touch you again.”

“He hasn’t.”

“He never will.” His expression never changed. “I’ll make certain of it.” She reached over and gently took his hand. “No. I already got away.” His jaw remained set as she shook her head. “I don’t need revenge.”

“He hurt you.”

“He did.”

“And he gets to keep living like nothing happened.”

Y/N gave his hand a gentle squeeze. She forgot momentarily that this was the son of Satan she was talking to. “Maybe.” She offered him a small, tired smile. But if I asked you to kill every person who ever hurt me…” Her thumb brushed across his knuckles. “I’d lose the man I’m falling in love with.” That finally made him look at her. Really look at her. “And I don’t want that.” His shoulders loosened if only slightly as he turned his hand over and intertwined their fingers. “I still don’t like him.” She laughed softly. “I don’t either. And hey, if I ever see him again….” She leaned over, kissing him, lips lingering against his own. “you can kick his ass.” A soft laugh escaped Yunho as he leaned in again, kissing her once more. It was slower this time, unhurried, the kind of kiss that didn’t need to prove anything. His hand came up to cradle the side of her face, his thumb brushing gently across her cheek as though reassuring himself she was really there. When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads rested together as the moonlight spilled across the room, painting silver across the blankets while the sea whispered beyond the balcony. Yunho looked into her eyes for a long moment. “I would never do that.” Y/N searched his face, not sure what he meant. “What?”

“Hurt you. Like that.” His voice was barely above a whisper as she watched him carefully. “But I will never become that.” His hand slipped into hers again. “I know…” He gave a small, almost self conscious smile. “I know that’s not something I can just promise and expect you to believe.” He looked down at their intertwined fingers. “Anyone can make promises.” His thumb brushed slowly across the back of her hand. “But…” When he looked back up, there wasn’t a trace of uncertainty left in his eyes that had slowly turned back to their normal brown along with his claws retreating. “I have eternity to prove it to you.” The words settled over the room like the gentle sound of the waves outside. “I’ll spend every day showing you.” Y/N felt her throat tighten. “You don’t have to convince me.”

“I want to. I need to.” For himself and for her. She reached up, brushing a damp strand of silver hair away from his forehead. “I already believe you.” The corner of Yunho’s mouth lifted into a small smile. “I still intend to prove you right.” She smiled back before leaning forward to kiss him again. “You really are impossible.”

“So I’ve been told.”

Y/N reached for him without hesitation, fingers curling into the damp fabric of his towel as she tugged him forward and Yunho came willingly, lowering himself until their mouths met again in a slow, deeper kiss that tasted like midnight and salt air. His lips trailed lower, brushing the column of her throat, then dragging his tongue deliberately across the faint mark he’d left there back at Keres’ villa. The wet heat of it making her shiver and in a voice she had never heard from him before, low, cracked open, almost fragile, he whispered against her skin, “Let me make love to you.”

She watched him, breath caught, as he sat back just enough to peel the oversized henley up and over her head. The shirt landed somewhere on the floor and Yunho’s gaze dropped to her breasts and leaned in again, pressing open mouthed kisses across the swell of one, then the other, tongue circling a nipple slowly before he sucked it between his lips, drawing a soft sound from her throat. The towel around his waist had already begun to tent, the thick outline of his dick pressed visibly against the cotton as he took his time, alternating between gentle sucks and the flat drag of his tongue. He kissed lower, down the center of her stomach, the muscles there twitching under his mouth as his horns unglamored as he moved, dark and ridged, curving back from his temples. The sight of them made something tighten low in Y/N belly as Yunho settled between her spread thighs, pressing kisses to the soft skin there before hooking his fingers into her panties and sliding them down.

He kissed her pussy first, then lower, lips parting to drag his tongue through her folds in one long, unhurried stroke making Y/N gasp, hips twitching as Yunho’s hands slid under her thighs, holding her open as he licked again, slower this time, savoring. He sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked, tongue flicking in tight circles until her back arched and her hands found his horns without thinking, fingers wrapping around them. The moment she gripped them, Yunho moaned into her pussy, the vibration traveling straight through her as he doubled down, sucking harder, tongue working relentlessly while she held onto his horns like handles. He kept her pinned with one broad forearm across her lower belly, refusing to let her squirm away as he focused on her clit. The pressure building fast and sharp until Y/N’s thighs trembled around his head. “Yunho… baby…” she sobbed, voice breaking as her orgasm hit hard. Her whole body seizing, thighs clamping around his head as she came against his mouth. But Yunho didn’t pull back, he licked her through every pulse, tongue broad and gentle now, cleaning every drop until she was shaking and oversensitive. Only then did he kiss his way back up her body, lips shiny as sat back on his knees between her legs, the towel finally discarded as he yanked it off. His dick stood heavy and flushed, the tip glistening as he wrapped one hand around the base and dragged the length slowly through her slick folds, rubbing the underside against her swollen clit without pushing inside.

Y/N watched as he kept a steady rhythm until the teasing became too much and she reached down, fingers circling his wrist. “Please… I need you inside me.” Yunho’s eyes flicked up to hers, dark and soft at the same time, she didn’t have to beg again, he’d give her whatever she wanted. He tapped his his dick against her clit once more before lining himself up and sinking in slowly, inch by inch, watching her face the entire time. Once he was fully buried inside her, he lifted one of her legs, hooking it over his shoulder so he could hold it there while her other leg wrapped around his waist and he stayed upright on his knees, rolling his hips in long, measured strokes that let her feel every inch. His gaze stayed fixed on where they joined. Her arousal coated him, creamy and glistening each time he withdrew and the sight made his jaw tighten.

He leaned his forehead against the leg he held, breathing through his nose as he watched his dick disappear inside her again and again. After several minutes of that slow pace he lowered her leg, wrapping both of hers around his waist, leaning over her as his thrusts deepened, still controlled but gaining speed. Y/N’s arms came up around his shoulders, hands finding his horns once more and the moment she gripped them he groaned, hips stuttering. “Fuck, just like that,” he breathed against her ear. “Hold onto me. You feel so good…. so tight and wet and perfect. Taking me so well. Mine…” She moaned, clenching around him. “Yunho… you’re so deep. Don’t stop.” She pulled herself up a little by the grip she had on his horns, forehead against his own. “Please….. I need it…..” He kissed her, swallowing the words, then buried his face in her neck again as his pace quickened. The wet sound of skin meeting skin filled the room as her thighs started to shake again. “I’m….. fuck, I’m coming,” she gasped, voice high and broken as the first gush of her release hit him and he moaned loudly into her throat, hips never faltering. She squirted around him, soaking the sheets beneath them while she sobbed his name over and over.

Yunho kept thrusting through it, drawing every last tremor from her until she was limp and whimpering and only then did his own control slip. His thrusts grew erratic, desperate as he moved to press his forehead back against hers, eyes squeezed shut. “Gonna fill you up,” he panted. “Again….. and again….” His dick twitched inside her. “And again……. fuck…. love you…..” it slipped out as he came with a broken whimper, dick pulsing deep inside her. His hips jerked with each spurt until he had nothing left, body trembling above her. And he stayed buried to the hilt, breathing hard, pressing soft kisses to her jaw and temple while they both came down. And for a long moment neither of them moved. Yunho’s body stay joined with hers until eventually he eased out carefully, watching the mix of their releases slip from her and then kissed her again, slower this time, almost reverent. “Stay right there,” he murmured. “I’ll get something to clean you up… then we can do that all over again if you want.”

Y/N smiled, dazed and sated, fingers still loosely curled around one of his horns. “I want.” Yunho’s answering grin was soft and wicked all at once as he leaned down to kiss her once more before slipping off the bed, already planning how he would take his time with her again. That little “love you” slip up lingering around them, Yunho realizing he didn’t even notice he’d said it until it was already out in the open, but there was no fighting it. No denying it. Because he did. He does. And damn anyone who tried taking her from him.

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“You’re telling me.” Wooyoung nudged you with his shoulder. “Your man is in heat or something.” Another round of laughter came from him and Yunho as all you could think about now as your boyfriend pulled Seonghwa closer, smirking, biting his bottom lip…. was that little box at the bottom of your closet you bought months ago. Sitting untouched. Unused. Mingi had no idea about the contents of that box. No idea you bought it because after watching him during dance practice one day…. watching the way his hips move…. the way his ass moves…. made you want nothing more than to fuck him like he fucks you.

And you knew he’d come home with you after the fanmeet was over. He always did when they had no major schedules consistently. You blinked as the fans cheered loud as Seonghwa and Mingi finished their performance and came giggling and laughing together backstage. You watched Mingi accept a towel from Yunho, wiping at the sweat that had gathered on his face and suddenly avoided his gaze when he looked towards you. Because he’d know. He would take one good look at you and know you were turned on.

“Baby…”

Fuck! He made his way towards you, hands sliding around your waist before moving to grip at your hip much like the way he had done in the choreo with Seonghwa. You could feel him lean his head down, nuzzling at your neck, planting a soft kiss there. “Another hour and we’ll be done.” Another kiss. “Mhmm… I’m going back to your place. Pretty sure I can’t look Hwa in the eye again for a while.” He was joking, still kissing at your neck when you said. It hadn’t registered you said anything at first. “I want to try something tonight.” Mingi smirked, hand coming around gently grab your chin and tilt your back to make you look up at him. “Yeah?”

You stated up at him, watching the way a lone drop of swear traces down the side of his face. “Yeah.” You returned his smirk. He had no idea what he was in for. “Remember…” you searched his eyes, gaze falling to his lips. “That time you joked about…” you bit your bottom lip and waited until Hongjoong passed by. “wanted to be pegged?”

Mingi’s smirk vanished. He blinked once. Twice. Your words resurfacing a memory he had forgotten about. Then, much to your surprise, he grinned, lowering his face right to yours, nose touching. “You want to fuck me, baby?” Now your smirk vanished. “What?” He teased. “You watched me out there…. all that turn you on?” You didn’t answer. Instead, you tugged his bottom between your teeth, reaching back to palm at his bulge in his pants. You let his lip go and breathed against his mouth. “You gonna scream for me tonight, Mingi?”

Seonghwa, who had just walked by the two of you, froze. “I’ve heard too much.” He avoided looking at either of you as continued towards Hongjoong who handed him a bottle of water.

Mingi didn’t even acknowledge him. His eyes had darkened and that damn smirk returned. “If you think you can make me.”

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The door to your apartment clicked shut behind you both, the sound of your footsteps leading the way down the hall. Mingi followed close, his tall frame moving with that easy grace, eyes fixed on you as you stepped into your bedroom and went straight to your closet, pulling out the box you had tucked away, and set it on the bed. When you lifted the lid, the strap on lay there in clear view, the thick purple dildo attached and ready.

Mingi stepped forward without hesitation, long fingers closing around the harness, lifting it to examine the silicone shaft. He turned it in his hands, gaze running over every inch before he started buckling the straps together. Once it was assembled he looked at you, voice low and steady. “Just so you know… I wasn’t joking about wanting this.” You moved toward each other at the same time. Your hands found the hem of his shirt while his reached for yours. Clothes came off in quick succession, his still sweat damp shirt peeled away to reveal the lean, cut lines of his torso, your own shirt and bra following until skin met skin.

Mingi’s pants dropped next, then his briefs, leaving him bare as he sank to his knees in front of you, palms sliding up your thighs as he looked up at you. “Need to taste you first.” He leaned tugged at your shorts, dragging them and the black lace panties you had in off before leaning in, tongue dragging a slow, wet stripe through your folds before pushing inside you. The heat of his mouth sealed over your clit, sucking firmly while his tongue thrust deeper, curling and stroking. Your fingers threaded into his short hair, gripping tight as you rolled your hips against his face making Mingi moan into you, the vibration traveling straight through your core.

He kept the rhythm steady, tongue fucking you open while his lips worked your clit, sucking harder each time you ground down and your thighs started to shake. Pleasure built fast and sharp until it crested and you came with a broken sound, hips jerking, holding his head in place as your pussy pulsed around his tongue. He stayed there, licking you through every aftershock until you finally loosened your grip and let him pull back.

Mingi reached for the strap on as he stood just long enough to fasten the harness around your hips himself, adjusting the buckles until the dildo sat snug and ready. His hands lingered on your waist, thumbs stroking your skin before he dropped to his knees again and looked back up at you, eyes locked on yours, then leaned forward and took the head of the silicone dick into his mouth. His plump lips stretched around it, tongue swirling as he worked more of the length inside, sucking wetly until spit glistened along the shaft as he bobbed his head, taking it deeper each time.

You watched your 6ft boyfriend on his knees, throat working around the toy, and felt heat flood between your legs all over again. “You really did want this, didn’t you?” Mingi moaned around the dildo, the sound vibrating through the silicone as his hands slid up to cup your breasts, palms rubbing over your nipples, squeezing gently. The dual sensation, his mouth working the strap and his fingers teasing you, pulled a moan from you as he kept sucking, cheeks hollowing, taking the toy until his nose nearly brushed the harness.

You let him stay there a moment longer before tugging him up by the hair and kissing him. It was messy and urgent. Tongues sliding together as you both stumbled backward until the backs of your knees hit the bed. You broke away just long enough to reach into the nightstand drawer and pull out the bottle of lube you kept there. Mingi watched you a moment before he turned without a word, crawling onto the mattress and presenting himsel as he lowered his chest, arching his back so his ass lifted, long legs spread. He glanced over his shoulder, eyes half lidded and waiting as you coated the dildo generously, then used the same slick hand to part his cheeks.

One finger circled his rim before pressing inside making Mingi’s breath hitch and a low moan slip out as you sank your finger to the knuckle. You worked it in and out slowly, feeling him clench and relax around you. When you added a second finger he pushed back, taking both easily as you scissored them open, stretching him, prepping him thoroughly until his hole glistened and he was rocking into your hand. “Good boy.” You praised as you pulled your fingers free and lined the strap up. The blunt tip pressed against his entrance and you pushed forward steadily and slowly.

Inch by inch the dildo sank into him as Mingi’s fingers twisted in the sheets, a long, shaky groan leaving his throat as you bottomed out. You stayed still, letting him adjust, hands smoothing over the curve of his ass until he nodded, hips shifting back in silent invitation. You started with slow, deep thrusts. Each push dragged the toy almost all the way out before sliding back in and Mingi met every movement, rolling his hips in that fluid dancer’s motion, taking you deeper. The sight of his ass swallowing the strap making your own arousal spike. “Look at you,” you murmured, voice low and filthy. “Taking every inch like you were made for it. Such a good boy for me.”

Mingi’s moan was louder this time as he pushed back harder, meeting your thrusts with increasing urgency. “I thought you wanted to make me scream,” he managed, voice strained and you gripped his hips tighter at that, picking up the pace. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room as you fucked him in earnest. Mingi’s body moved with you, hips rolling back to take every thrust, long legs braced wide. “That’s it, princess. Fuck yourself on it.“ And oh did he. Mingi pushed himself up, hands flat against the mattress and bounced his ass back, taking the dildo all the way, crying out a little before you pulled out suddenly, slapping his ass, the sound sharp in the quiet room. “Turn over.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Mingi rolled onto his back, legs falling open as you grabbed his thighs and spread them wide, pushing them toward his chest so he was completely exposed. The strap slid back inside him in one smooth motion at the same time your hand wrapped around his leaking dick, stroking from base to tip in time with your thrusts making Mingi’s head fall back against the pillows, a broken “Oh… fuck…” tearing from his throat as you set a relentless rhythm, pounding into his ass while your fist worked his dick. Precum slicked your fingers, making each stroke glide as Mingi’s moans turned into whimpers. His hips jerked between the two sensations, caught between fucking himself back onto the strap and thrusting up into your hand. His dick throbbed, aching and swollen, the tip shiny with cum.

You could feel his ass clenching rhythmically around the toy. “Such a pretty mess,” you were almost consumed by the sight of him. “Look at you leaking all over my hand while I fuck your ass. You love this, don’t you? Love being filled and stroked at the same time.” Mingi tried to answer but the words dissolved into helpless sounds as his body trembled, muscles flexing under sweat damp skin. His thighs shook in your grip as you kept the pace steady, driving the strap deep with every thrust while your hand twisted over the tip of his dick on each upstroke.

His breathing turned ragged and you could see the moment he tipped over, his ass clamped down hard, his dick jerked in your fist, and he came with a raw scream of your name as thick ropes of his release shot across his stomach and chest, his whole body locking up as his orgasm crashed through him and you fucked him through it, slowing only when his spasms started to ease. Your hand released his spent dick, letting it twitch against his abs as you leaned over him, pressing soft kisses along his jaw while you carefully pulled the strap free.

Mingi’s eyes stayed closed, chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. Sweat cool on his skin as you brushed damp strands of hair from his forehead. “You took that like a champ, princess,” you murmured against his ear and Mingi groaned, a tired but satisfied smile tugging at his lips.

He cracked one eye open, voice hoarse but laced with promise. “Wait until I can move… then your ass is mine next.”

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He chuckled. “I’ve had four hundred years of practice.” She scoffed at him, biting her lip to keep from smiling. “Show off.” He grinned. “A little.” Y/N zipped her bag closed before looking toward the leather suitcase resting beside the bed. “I still can’t believe I’m actually doing this.” Yunho walked over, grabbing her bag end sitting it beside his own. “What?” She gestured toward the luggage. “Going on vacation.” He walked over, stopping beside her, his grin never faltering. “Our honeymoon.” A smile spread across her own face. It was insane. 6 days ago… she didn’t know him. Thought hell was a torture chamber used to scare people into being good. Now…. now she was married to the Devil’s son and living in Hell. Insane was an understatement. “Our honeymoon.” She looked toward the wardrobe, then back at him with an expression that was equal parts reluctant and amused. “Fine.” He raised an eyebrow. “Fine?”

She pointed at him. “I’m saying this once.”

“I’ll cherish it forever.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

She sighed. “I’ll let you take me shopping.” Yunho smirked. “I knew you’d come around.” Y/N rolled her eyes with a small smile. “Don’t get cocky.”

“I wasn’t going to.”

“You absolutely were.”

“Maybe a little.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “I still think buying an entire wardrobe is ridiculous.” Yunho shrugged like it was no big deal. “We’re not buying an entire wardrobe.” She looked up at him as he stared down at her. “We’re not?”

“We’re buying…” He pretended to think. “most of one.” She groaned. “You are impossible.” He smiled, teeth on display as his hand moved to grab her chin, tilting her head back more, leaning his own down. “So I’ve been told.” He kissed her like it was the most natural thing for him now. Then a knock sounded at the chamber doors making them pull apart. Yunho opened the doors and several palace servants waited outside, bowing respectfully before collecting their packed bags. “We’ll have your luggage delivered to the elevator, Your Highness.” Yunho nodded. “Thank you.” Y/N watched them effortlessly lift cases that looked far heavier than they should have been. “I could’ve carried those.”

“I know.”

“They didn’t even let me try.”

“They would’ve been horrified.”

“Why?”

Yunho smiled. “You’re royalty now.” She made a face. “I still hate hearing that.”

“You’ll survive.”

“I’ll complain first.”

“I expected nothing less.” Together they stepped into the corridor, following the servants through the palace toward the massive obsidian elevator that connected Hell to the world above. The towering doors were already open and waiting beside them stood Lucifer. He was dressed far less formally than usual, his black suit immaculate despite the lack of any court gathering, a long crimson overcoat draped over his shoulders. His horns caught the light as he looked from his son to Y/N with quiet satisfaction. “So.” His gaze settled on their luggage disappearing into the elevator. “You actually packed.”

Y/N smiled. “I tried.”

Lucifer looked toward Yunho. “And?” Yunho answered without hesitation. “She agreed to let me take her shopping.” Lucifer nodded approvingly. “Excellent.” Y/N crossed her arms. “I feel like everyone is celebrating this except me.”

“They are,” Lucifer replied. “It is a victory.” Y/N couldn’t help laughing as her father in law reached into the inside pocket of his coat before producing an elegant black envelope sealed with crimson wax. “I’ve already made arrangements.” Yunho accepted it, glancing over it. “You didn’t have to.” Lucifer’s expression softened just enough to betray the affection beneath his usual regal composure. “I know. But I’d like my son and daughter in law to have a proper honeymoon.” Y/N looked at him curiously. “Arrangements?”

“A villa.” He spoke as though mentioning the weather. “On Kefalonia.” Her eyes widened. “Seriously?” He nodded. “The western coast. It’s private. Overlooking the Ionian Sea. The staff have already been instructed to leave you alone unless requested.” Y/N looked from Lucifer to Yunho. “Your dad just casually bought us a villa?” Lucifer gave a small shrug. “I didn’t buy it. I’ve owned it since 1724.” Y/N let out a disbelieving laugh. “Of course you have.” A faint smile tugged at his mouth. “The elevator has already been recalibrated.” Lucifer gestured toward the enormous iron doors. “It will take you directly to Athens.”

Yunho nodded, already suspecting where. “Keres?” His father smiled. “She’s waiting for you.”

Y/N frowned. “Who’s Keres?”

“A demoness.” Lucifer folded his hands behind his back. “An old friend of the family. She oversees several of our… earthly arrangements throughout Greece.” Yunho looked at Y/N. “She’ll meet us when we arrive.”

“And then?”

Lucifer answered for him. “Then she’ll make sure the two of you reach Kefalonia without attracting unnecessary attention.” He looked between them one last time. “And after that…” A rare warmth entered his voice. “forget Hell exists for a few days.” Yunho smiled. “I’ll try.” Lucifer’s eyes shifted toward Y/N. “See the beaches your grandmother loved.” The words caught her by surprise. “How do you know about that?”

Lucifer stared at her like it was obvious. “I’m the devil I know everything.” His expression remained composed, but there was genuine kindness beneath it. “I hope they live up to her stories.” Y/N smiled softly. “So do I.” The elevator doors rumbled open wider, revealing the softly glowing infernal runes within. The servants were quick in placing their bags as Lucifer stepped aside, gesturing toward the waiting carriage. “Go. And for once…” He looked at his son with a faintly amused smile. “don’t think like the Prince of Hell.” His gaze drifted to both of them. “Think like newlyweds.”

The massive iron doors groaned shut behind them with a deep, resonant clang that echoed through the shaft. For a brief moment nothing happened. Then ancient infernal runes carved into the walls flared a brilliant crimson, one after another, until the entire elevator hummed with old magic. A gentle vibration rolled beneath their feet before they began ascending, the machinery moving with surprising smoothness despite the impossible distance separating Hell from Earth. Y/N looked around curiously. The elevator was enormous, more like a private railway carriage than anything she’d ever ridden. Black iron latticework framed tall windows, though beyond them there was only darkness streaked occasionally by flashes of glowing red symbols racing past. “Can I ask a question?”

Yunho laughed beneath his breath. “You don’t have to ask me if you can.” She snorted. “Why an elevator?” He furrowed his brows at the question. As if it were out of pocket. “What?” Y/N gestured around them. “I mean… You can disappear into smoke. You literally teleport. So why…” She spun slowly in place. “an elevator?”

The corners of Yunho’s mouth lifted. “I’ve wondered when you’d ask.”

“So?”

He folded his arms comfortably against his chest. “Because once you’re in Hell…” His expression became a little more thoughtful. “you can’t simply leave.” She tilted her head. “What do you mean?” He shook his, moving closer to her. “Hell has boundaries. The city is open. The realms are open. But the barrier between worlds… requires permission.” Y/N looked around again. “So everyone uses this?”

“Every demon returning to Earth.” He nodded toward the runes glowing beneath their feet. “The elevator connects the realms. It goes wherever it’s instructed.”

“Anywhere?”

“Almost.”

“So…” She smiled. “Right now we’re basically…” She searched for the right phrase. “taking the world’s weirdest subway?”

Yunho laughed. “I suppose we are.”

“And we’re really going straight to Athens?”

“We are.”

“No airports?”

“No airports.”

“No passports?”

“I’m a demon.”

“Right.” She smiled to herself. “I think this might actually ruin normal travel for me forever.” He smiled at her. “I had a feeling.” He closed the distance between them, one arm slipping securely around her waist. “You know…” His voice was quieter now. “I’m glad you agreed to Greece.” She smiled. “I don’t think it took much convincing.” The small gap of distance between them slowly disappeared as he leaned down just enough for his forehead to rest lightly against hers, his glamour suddenly falling over him and his horns disappearing. “I’ve never actually taken a honeymoon before.” She laughed. “I would’ve been concerned if you had.” A quiet chuckle escaped him as well. “Fair point.” He lifted one hand to gently cradle her cheek before closing the last inch between them, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her lips. It wasn’t rushed. There was no urgency. Just quiet affection.The kind of kiss that made the rest of the world seem very far away until the elevator’s glowing runes surrounding them shifted from crimson to a warm gold and the gentle hum faded.

Yunho glanced toward the doors. “We’re here.”

“Already?”

He nodded. “Welcome…” A shaft of brilliant Mediterranean sunlight spilled through the seams of the elevator doors as they began to open. “to Greece.” Y/N instinctively lifted a hand to shield her eyes. After days in Hell, the warmth of the sun felt almost unreal against her skin. A gentle breeze drifted inside carrying the scent of saltwater, blooming jasmine, and olive trees, replacing the faint trace of smoke that always lingered in Pandemonium. “Wow,” she breathed and Yunho smiled as he watched her instead of the view.

She stepped out first. The estate was breathtaking. White limestone walls gleamed beneath the late morning sun, ivy climbing gracefully across balconies draped with flowering bougainvillea in shades of magenta and violet. Marble columns framed an open courtyard where a fountain poured crystal clear water into a shallow basin surrounded by lemon trees. Beyond the estate, the Acropolis rose proudly over Athens in the distance, ancient against an impossibly blue sky. Y/N slowly turned in a circle. “I think…” She laughed softly. “I’m going to cry.”

“You’d better wait until Kefalonia.”

She looked over at him. “It gets prettier?”

“Oh absolutely.”

The sound of heels clicking across polished stone drew both their attention toward the entrance as a woman emerged from the villa with effortless confidence. She looked no older than her early thirties, though there was something in her eyes that betrayed centuries of experience. Dark hair fell in glossy waves over one shoulder, contrasting sharply against a flowing cream colored dress that caught the breeze. Gold jewelry adorned her wrists and throat without appearing excessive, and when she smiled, it was with the practiced ease of someone accustomed to welcoming kings. She descended the marble steps gracefully. “Prince Yunho.” Her voice carried a warm, melodic accent. “It has been far too long.”

Yunho inclined his head respectfully. “Keres.” She stopped before him, looking him over with a smile that lingered perhaps a second longer than Y/N expected. “My…” Keres sighed dramatically. “What a shame.” Y/N narrowed her eyes at her. “What is?” Keres looked back at Yunho with unmistakable amusement. “The Prince of Hell.” She smiled. “Finally tied down.” Yunho merely shook his head. “So I’ve heard.” Keres laughed softly. “I imagine half the unmarried women in Hell are still grieving.”

Y/N glanced sideways toward her husband. He looked entirely unfazed. Almost… used to conversations like this. Keres finally turned toward Y/N, her expression softening into genuine warmth. “So.” She extended a graceful hand. “You must be the woman who accomplished what no one else could.” Y/N accepted the handshake. “I… guess so.”

“I’m Keres. I oversee several of Lucifer’s interests throughout Greece.” She smiled politely. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“And you.” For just a moment, Y/N noticed the way Keres looked at Yunho again. Not flirtatiously. Not overtly. Just… a little too comfortably. Like someone who had known him for a very long time in more than one. It wasn’t enough to make a scene over. But it was enough to make a tiny voice in the back of Y/N’s mind quietly wonder but she kept that thought entirely to herself. For now.

Keres clapped her hands lightly. “Come. There will be plenty of time to admire the view.” She gestured toward the villa. “I’ve had rooms prepared.” Yunho glanced toward the waiting luggage. “I appreciate you doing this.”

“It was hardly an inconvenience.” Keres smiled. “Lucifer contacted me days ago.”

Y/N frowned slightly. “Days ago?” They had only decided yesterday. “The moment the binding was witnessed.” Keres answered as though it were the most natural thing in the world. “He wanted everything ready before you arrived.” Y/N couldn’t help smiling. “He really does know and plan everything.”

“He does.” Keres laughed. “It can be exhausting.” She began leading them through the open courtyard toward the villa. “I’m afraid you’ll be staying here tonight.” Y/N looked up. “Just tonight?”

“Kefalonia is best reached tomorrow morning.” Keres nodded toward the horizon. “The ferry leaves after sunrise. The villa Lucifer arranged will be waiting when you arrive.” She smiled over one shoulder. “So today… you rest. No royal duties. No infernal politics.” Yunho chuckled and Y/N noticed another one of those easy, familiar exchanges between them. Again… Nothing inappropriate. Just the quiet familiarity of two immortals who clearly had a long history. Keres led them through the estate at an unhurried pace, sunlight spilling across polished marble floors through towering arched windows that overlooked the sea. Every room seemed to open into another courtyard, another terrace, another breathtaking view of olive groves stretching toward the glittering blue horizon.

“I’ve had the east wing prepared,” she said as they climbed a sweeping staircase. “It’s the quietest part of the estate.” Y/N looked out one of the windows as they walked. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen water that blue.” Keres smiled knowingly. “Wait until tomorrow. If today impresses you…” She gestured toward the endless sea beyond Athens. “Kefalonia will ruin every beach after it.” They stopped before a pair of tall white doors carved with intricate vines and laurel leaves. Two staff members quietly carried their luggage inside before setting everything neatly beside an enormous bed draped in white linen. Another disappeared onto the balcony to open the shutters, allowing warm ocean air to drift through the room.

Within moments, the staff bowed and departed, leaving only the three of them. Keres lingered. She looked around the room once, seemingly satisfied, before her attention settled on Yunho. “Well.” A small smile crossed her lips. “I’ll leave you two to enjoy yourselves.” Yunho inclined his head. “Thank you.” She stepped closer. Close enough that the familiarity between them became impossible to ignore. “I’m glad to see you’re well.” For the briefest moment, something unspoken passed between them. “Try not to spend your entire honeymoon worrying about Hell.”

“I’ll do my best.”

“I know you will.” Keres reached out, briefly straightening the collar of his shirt with an almost absent familiarity before letting her hand fall away. “I’ll have dinner prepared for this evening.” With one last nod toward Y/N, she turned gracefully and disappeared into the corridor, the doors clicking softly shut behind her. Silence settled over the room as the ocean breeze stirred the curtains. Yunho walked toward one of the suitcases, already reaching to unzip it. He didn’t notice Y/N hadn’t moved. She remained standing exactly where Keres had left her. Watching him. He glanced over after a few seconds. “What?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she folded her arms and her gaze narrowed ever so slightly. Yunho recognized that look. He just didn’t know why. “What?” She took a slow breath. “So….. you used to fuck her.” The room went completely still. Yunho froze halfway through opening the suitcase. “That was direct.” Y/N shrugged. “I figured I’d save us both five minutes.” His expression shifted into one somewhere between surprised and amused. “You’re jealous.”

“I didn’t say I was.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“I asked a question.”

“You made a statement.”

She sighed dramatically. “Fine.” She looked out toward the sea for a moment before looking back at him. “I know we’ve barely known each other a week. I know that’s ridiculous. I know you lived for four hundred years before I showed up.” She laughed once, though there wasn’t much humor in it. “But…” Her fingers absently brushed against the horn on her wrist. “it kind of hit me just now though….” Yunho just listened to her quietly. “You’re my husband.” She hesitated a little. “And I…” She shook her head. “didn’t like the way she looked at you.”

Yunho couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth and she immediately pointed at him. “Don’t.”

“What?”

“Don’t smile.”

“I can’t help it.”

“You absolutely can.”

“I really can’t.”

She groaned. “I’m trying to have a serious conversation.”

“I know.”

“And you’re smiling.”

“Because…” He closed the suitcase again before walking toward her. “you’re jealous.” She rolled her eyes. “I hate that you’re enjoying this.” He stopped in front of her. “I’m enjoying the fact that you care.” She had to tilt her head back slightly to pout at him in annoyance. “You asked.”

“I did.”

“So…” She raised an eyebrow. “Answer.” He held her gaze for a long moment. “Yes.” She didn’t like that answer at all. She scoffed. “Seriously?”

“We were together.” His honesty came without hesitation. “It was a long time ago.”

“How long?”

He thought for a moment. “About eighty years.” Her eyes widened. “Eighty years ago?”

“I’m four hundred.”

“I know, but hearing it out loud is still weird.”

A quiet laugh escaped him. “It wasn’t serious. It lasted a little while. And then…” He shrugged lightly. “it ended.”

“No drama?”

“No.”

“No broken hearts?”

“No. We simply realized we were better as acquaintances.”

She studied his face, looking for any hint that he was hiding something but found none. “And now?”

“Now she’s just a friend.” He smiled softly. “And you’re my wife.” His hand found hers. “There isn’t anything left to wonder about.” Y/N looked down at their joined hands. The jealousy hadn’t disappeared entirely. But it had softened. “I still didn’t like her fixing your collar.” Yunho laughed. “I noticed.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know.” He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I’ll fix it myself next time.” That earned the smallest smile. “Good.” She kissed, hungry and claiming before Yunho pulled back. “And for the record…”

“Hm?”

“You looked at her the exact same way.”

Y/N blinked, furrowing her brows. “I did?”

“You were evaluating her.” He smiled teasingly. “Guess I’m not the only possessive asshole.”

She sighed as he threw her words from yesterday back at her. “Apparently we’re both a little hopeless.”

“A little?”

She nudged him lightly in the chest. “Don’t push your luck, Prince.” Yunho recognized that expression. The one where her lips had stopped pouting but her eyes were still quietly accusing him of crimes committed decades before they’d even met. Before she was even born. He’d seen it for exactly three minutes. And already knew it wasn’t disappearing anytime soon. Very carefully… he decided retreat was the wiser strategy. “So…” He cleared his throat with exaggerated innocence. “since we’re stuck in Athens until tomorrow…” Y/N narrowed her eyes immediately. “You’re changing the subject.”

“I am.”

“You admit it?”

He smiled. “I know when a battle can’t be won.” Despite herself, the corner of Y/N’s mouth twitched. “Coward.” Yunho kissed her again, lips lingering against her own. “May I make a suggestion?”

“I’m listening.”

“How about…” He looked toward the open balcony where bright Greek sunlight poured into the room. “since we’re stuck in Athens for today…” His smile returned. “we take that shopping trip. And get that ice cream. I’ve heard Athens has excellent gelato.”

“It’s Greece.”

“I stand corrected.” He walked backward toward the bedroom door. “So…” He spread his arms dramatically. “what do you say?” She watched him for a long moment. Then looked down at herself. “You really think I need more clothes?”

“I think…” His gaze traveled over her for just a second before returning to her face. “you’d look beautiful wearing absolutely anything.” Then he smirked. “Especially nothing at all.” The compliment came so naturally that it took her completely off guard. There wasn’t an ounce of teasing behind it. Just simple certainty.

Her cheeks warmed. “That was smooth.”

“It wasn’t meant to be.”

“No?”

He shook his head. “I meant it.” The room grew quiet again as she looked away first, suddenly finding the white marble floor very interesting. “You’re making it difficult to stay jealous.”

“I was hoping.”

A small laugh escaped her. “You’re annoyingly good at this.”

“I’ve had practice.”

She looked back up. “Bad answer.” Yunho winced. “Right.”

“Very bad answer.”

“I walked into that one.”

“You sprinted.”

He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck as she walked over, reaching up and absentmindedly straightened the same collar Keres had touched earlier. “There.” She smoothed it once. “Better.” Yunho looked down at her hand then back at her. “Feel better?”

“A little. But we still have the rest of the day.”

“You know…”

“Hm?”

“I much prefer it when you’re the one fixing my clothes.”

Her eyes met his. “As you should.” She gave the collar one last unnecessary adjustment before taking his hand. “Now…” She intertwined their fingers. “take me shopping before I change my mind.”

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Athens was everything Y/N had imagined as a little girl. And somehow… Even more. The narrow stone streets wound between whitewashed buildings draped in overflowing flower boxes, little cafés spilling onto sidewalks beneath striped awnings while the distant sound of live bouzouki music floated lazily through the afternoon air. Warm sunlight kissed her skin, a welcome contrast to Hell’s eternal crimson twilight, and every few steps she found herself stopping simply to stare. “I don’t know where to look first,” she admitted, turning another slow circle in the middle of the square.

Yunho laughed, catching her hand before she wandered directly into a passing scooter. “Maybe not the traffic.” She grinned sheepishly. “Right.” Keres had pointed them toward one of Athens’ oldest gelato shops before sending them on their way, insisting, “You cannot shop on an empty stomach.” Now they stood outside with matching cups in hand.

Y/N eyed hers suspiciously. “So this is pistachio?”

“The owner insisted.”

“He also looked offended when I asked for chocolate.”

“He takes gelato very seriously.”

She scooped up a generous bite and the spoon barely touched her tongue before her eyes widened. “Oh my God.” Yunho smiled. “Told you.” She took another bite and a soft, involuntary moan escaped her as she closed her eyes. “Okay.” She laughed. “I get it now. This is incredible.” She took another bite with another moan of satisfaction leaving her. She hadn’t noticed Yunho moving closer until his hand settled lightly against the small of her back. He leaned down, lips brushing just beside her ear as he lowered his voice enough that only she could hear. “You keep moaning like that…” The warmth of his breath sent a shiver up her spine. “Public or not…” His smile was audible in every word. “I might have to eat you instead of the gelato.”

Y/N nearly dropped her spoon. She turned to stare at him, mouth hanging open in complete disbelief. “Yunho!” His expression remained infuriatingly innocent. “What?”

“You absolutely did not just say that.”

“I think I did.”

She felt warmth rush straight to her cheeks. Part embarrassment. Part amusement. And, much to her annoyance, heat curled low in her stomach. Because now she was horny. She pointed the tiny gelato spoon at him accusingly. “We are in public.”

“We are.”

“There are people.”

“There are.”

“They definitely heard me gasp.”

“They probably assumed the gelato was that good.”

She let out a helpless laugh, shaking her head. “I can’t stand you.”

“I’ve heard that before.”

She looked him up and down with exaggerated consideration before taking another deliberately slow bite of her gelato. “Not until after you spoil me with new clothes.” Yunho’s eyebrows lifted, eyes lighting up. “Oh?” She smiled sweetly. “If you want to taste me…” She gestured toward the elegant boutiques lining the street. “you have to earn it.” A grin spread slowly across his face. “So shopping first, huh.”

“Shopping first.”

He laughed. “I married someone dangerous.” She looped her arm through his as they started walking again. “You married someone with priorities.”

“I can see that.”

She took one last bite, humming happily. “And apparently I married someone who flirts like he’s trying to get us kicked out of Greece.” Yunho smiled without a trace of shame. “So far…” He squeezed her hand gently. “it seems to be working.” She rolled her eyes, unable to stop smiling as they disappeared together into the bustling streets, sunlight warming their shoulders while Athens unfolded around them like the beginning of a dream she’d been waiting twelve years to live.

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They made it back to the estate after about three hours of shopping. And the moment the door to their room shut behind them, Yunho had Y/N pinned against the nearest wall, his mouth hot and demanding on hers. Clothes came off in a frantic rush until he dropped to his knees, spread her thighs, and buried his face between them. He licked and sucked at her pussy until she came hard on his tongue, thighs shaking around his head. Him moaning about how she definitely tasted better than the gelato.

Now they were on the wide couch in the main room. Y/N sat reverse in his lap, her back pressed to his chest, legs hooked wide over his own spread thighs. His dick was buried deep inside her, thick and unmoving, stretching her walls and letting them clench around, not thrusting, but simply holding her open and rubbing slow, firm circles over her swollen, aching, clit with two fingers. Y/N’s breath hitched. Every tiny clench of her pussy around his him sent sparks through her. She could feel every ridge and vein of him inside her, the way he pulsed without moving. Her hips twitched, trying to grind, but his free hand kept her thigh pinned wide.

“Stay still,” he murmured against her ear. “Let me feel you.” She whimpered. The pressure on her clit was relentless, steady, building her up again. Her first two orgasms from his mouth still lingered, leaving her sensitive. The third one crept closer and faster. Her inner walls fluttered and squeezed around his dick, milking him without any thrust making Yunho groan low and growl, the sound vibrating through her back. “That’s it. Squeeze me just like that.” Her climax hit harder than the others. She cried out, body jerking in his hold as her pussy clenched and pulsed around him, juices coating his dick and dripping down as he kept rubbing her clit through it, drawing every aftershock until she was gasping and oversensitive and only then did he move.

Yunho’s hands gripped under her thighs, lifting and spreading her even wider so he could pull her down onto him and start thrusting up into her, hard and deep. Y/N looked down between her legs and sobbed at the sight. His dick disappearing inside her over and over, shiny with her own wetness, stretching her pussy wide. She reached down with one shaking hand and wrapped her fingers around the few inches that wouldn’t fit, stroking him in time with his thrusts.

“Fuck, look at that,” he growled against her back again. “Taking me so well. So fucking wet.” Her juices sloshed audibly with every thrust. She was already on her third orgasm and still sensitive from the previous two. Tears pricked her eyes from the overwhelming pleasure but Yunho didn’t slow down. He fucked up into her relentlessly, the wet sounds filling the room as Y/N’s hand kept stroking the base of his dick, feeling it slide in and out of her grip.

He leaned forward slightly, pressing his chest tighter to her back as one of his hands moved to her clit again while the other kept her thigh spread. Y/N leaned back a little, reaching up behind her and hooking her arm around the back of his neck, fingers finding one of his horns and gripping it tight making Yunho snarl at the contact, hips snapping even harder. “Mine,” he growled into the crook of her neck. “All mine. This pussy, this body….. every fucking inch of you.” He bit down where her neck met her shoulder, sucking hard enough to leave a dark mark. The possessive words and the sharp sting of his teeth pushing her over again.

Y/N screamed as she came, squirting around him, juices spraying out with each thrust, soaking his lap and the couch beneath them. Her whole body shook violently in his arms but still, Yunho didn’t stop. He kept pounding into her, harder, deeper, chasing his own release while she was still coming. Her pussy fluttering around him and clenching, overstimulated and dripping as he buried his face in her neck again, licking and sucking more marks into her skin. “Gonna fill you up,” he rasped. “Breed this tight little pussy. Make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

His thrusts grew erratic as he kept her held wide open, “again” dick slamming deep with wet, filthy sounds. “and again…” Y/N’s hand stayed wrapped around the base of his dick with one hand while her other kept hold of his horn, feeling every pulse as he finally came. “and again…” His release flooded her pussy, spilling out around his dick and mixing with her own mess. He kept thrusting through it, pushing his release deeper until it leaked down her thighs.

Even after he finished, he stayed buried inside her, breathing hard against her marked neck, hands loosening their grip but not letting go, keeping her spread over his lap while his dick softened slowly inside her cum filled pussy. Y/N trembled in his arms, completely spent, the evidence of what they did dripping steadily onto the couch.

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Steam still lingered in the bathroom when Yunho emerged toweling the last traces of water from his silver hair before letting it fall naturally over his forehead. He pulled on a simple black ribbed Henley that hugged his frame without trying, dark board shorts, and a pair of leather sandals that looked effortlessly expensive despite their simplicity. Compared to the tailored suits he usually wore in Hell, the outfit made him look… almost normal. Like any man about to spend the evening wandering a Greek island with his wife instead of the Prince of Hell.

Y/N, meanwhile, stood in front of the open wardrobe wrapped in one of the estate’s plush white robes, absently sorting through the mountain of clothes Yunho had insisted on buying her that afternoon. She picked up one dress and put it back. Picked up another and set it aside. She was very obviously thinking about something and Yunho noticed immediately. “What? I can practically hear you thinking too hard.” She didn’t answer as she continued pretending to organize clothes that were already perfectly folded. “Nothing.”

Yunho started walking towards her, smiling knowingly. “That’s never true.” She sighed with a huff. “I have a question.”

“I figured.”

She glanced over one shoulder. “It’s… kind of embarrassing.”

“I highly doubt it.”

She snorted. Then, without turning around, she asked very matter of factly, “So… is birth control good repellent against your demon semen?” Silence. Complete and utter deafening silence. Yunho simply… stared in bewilderment as Y/N slowly turned to find him looking at her as though she’d just spoken an entirely different language. “What?”

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. Closed it again…. “Did you just say…” He pointed vaguely in her direction. “demon semen?” Y/N immediately began talking faster. “It’s just…” She waved both hands. “I’m on birth control. You know… one of the long term ones they don’t have to take out for a few years.” She gestured between the two of them. “But that’s… human. And you’re … not exactly dealing with a normal biological situation.”

Yunho was still staring completely speechless as she rambled.

“So…” She rubbed the back of her neck. “I started wondering if human birth control even works on…” She grimaced. “well… you. And…” She kept going, mostly because the silence was somehow making this worse. “I’ve also noticed…” She looked everywhere except at him. “you kind of have…” She coughed awkwardly. “a bit of a…” Her voice grew quieter. “breeding kink.” Yunho inhaled sharply as she pointed at him. “Don’t even try to deny it.”

“I…”

“You say mine every five minutes.”

“I…”

“You’ve literally said you wanted to fill me up more than once.”

Yunho rubbed a hand over his face. “Y/N.”

“And…” She was on a roll now. “I just think this is a reasonable medical question.” He lowered his hand very, very slowly. “I… did not know this conversation was going to happen.”

“I didn’t either.”

“I was thinking about dinner.”

“I was thinking about reproductive biology.”

“Clearly.”

She finally met his eyes. “So?” He let out a long, resigned sigh that somehow managed to sound both amused and thoroughly defeated. “For the record…” He folded his arms. “I did not have…” He emphasized the next words. “a breeding kink… until you.”

Y/N’s eyebrows shot upward. “Excuse me?”

“I lived for four hundred years. I never once thought about children. Never once thought about any of that.” He pointed directly at her. “Then you came along.” Y/N cleared her throat, heart pounding at his confession as he shrugged helplessly. “So… I’m blaming you.” She laughed so hard she had to grab the edge of a chair to steady herself. “You are unbelievable.” She wiped at the corner of one eye, still smiling. “You still haven’t answered my question though.”

Yunho’s expression softened into one that was much more thoughtful. “No.” She tilted her head. “No?”

“No, human birth control isn’t something demons normally have reason to think about.” He walked over until he was standing beside her. “But…” He smiled crookedly. “that’s probably a conversation we should have with someone who actually knows the answer.”

“You don’t know?”

“I collect souls.” He laughed. “I’m not an infernal gynecologist.” That earned another burst of laughter from her. “Somehow that’s the funniest sentence I’ve heard all week.”

“I sincerely hope I never have to say it again.”

“I make no promises.”

“I was afraid you’d say that.” Y/N folded one of the sundresses she’d bought that before glancing over at him again, the mischievous sparkle in her eyes returning now that she’d successfully recovered from making the Prince of Hell completely speechless. “So…” Yunho looked up from slipping his watch onto his wrist. “What now?” She leaned casually against the chair. “Since you don’t really know how human birth control works…” He already knew from her smile that he wasn’t going to enjoy whatever came next. “Does that mean…” She tilted her head “you’ve got a bunch of little demons running around that you don’t know about?”

For a split second, Yunho simply stared at her speechless again. Then he laughed. Not a polite chuckle but a genuine, surprised laugh that filled the room. “No.” He shook his head, still laughing. “Trust me.” Another laugh escaped him as he ran a hand through his hair. “Absolutely not.”

Y/N grinned wider. “You’re awfully confident about that.”

“Because that’s… not how it works.” He finally caught his breath, smiling as he looked at her. “We can tell if we’ve fathered a child.” He said matter of factly. “A demon knows.”

“Immediately?”

“Not immediately.” He thought for a moment. “But once life takes hold…” He tapped lightly against his own chest. “you feel it.” Y/N’s teasing expression softened into curiosity. “Really?”

“It’s part of our nature.” He shrugged. “It’s difficult to explain. It’s almost…” He searched for the right comparison. “like suddenly becoming aware that a part of yourself exists somewhere else is what my father says anyways.”

She considered that for a moment. “So there’s no possibility of…” She gestured vaguely. “surprise demon children showing up on our doorstep one day?” Yunho laughed again. “No. I’m very certain.” Y/N narrowed her eyes playfully. “You’re not just saying that because your wife is asking?”

“I’m saying it because it’s true.” He walked over until he was standing in front of her. “If I’d ever had a child… I would’ve known.” She studied his face for a long second before nodding. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I believe you.” Then she smirked again. “I still can’t believe I made the son of Satan completely short circuit by saying demon semen.” Yunho covered his face with one hand and groaned. “I’m never recovering from that phrase.”

Y/N laughed triumphantly. “Good. I hope you think about it every time someone asks you a medical question.” He lowered his hand just enough to look at her. “I married a menace.” She slipped her arms around his waist, looking entirely pleased with herself. “How unfortunate for you. And now you get to live with that decision for eternity.” He looked down at her for a moment before smiling despite himself. “Worth it.”

By the time they were ready to leave their room, the golden light of late afternoon had softened into the warm glow of early evening, bathing the estate in amber. Somewhere outside, cicadas hummed beneath the olive trees while the sea carried a cool breeze through the open balcony doors. Y/N stepped out of the bedroom, adjusting one of the off the shoulder sleeves of the cream lace two piece set she’d picked out. The flowing fabric hugged her waist before cascading into layered ruffles that swayed with every step, the shorter front showing off her legs while the longer train drifted elegantly behind her. Paired with delicate sandals and the gold jewelry Yunho had quietly insisted on buying despite her protests, she looked effortlessly radiant beneath the fading Greek sun.

Yunho looked up from where he’d been waiting near the door and promptly forgot whatever he’d been thinking. His eyes slowly traveled from her sandals…. to the outfit… to her face and exhaled. “You’re trying to kill me.” Y/N smiled, smoothing an imaginary wrinkle from the skirt. “I thought you’d like it.”

“I do.” He crossed the room without another word and she barely had time to laugh before his hands settled comfortably around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. “Yunho…”

“Hm?”

“We’re supposed to be going to dinner.”

“I know.” His nose brushed lightly against the side of her neck. “You smell nice.” She giggled as his lips found the spot just below her ear, lingering there in a series of soft kisses that made her shoulders lift instinctively. “We literally just had sex.”

“I remember.”

“You should be spent.”

“I’m a demon.” He smirked as he kissed at the mark he left on her from the said sex. “You make that sound like a superpower.” Y/N snorted then let out a little moan when he licked his tongue across the spot, soothing at it. “It is.” She laughed, gently trying to peel one of his hands away from her waist. “Behave.”

“I am behaving.”

“This is behaving?”

“I haven’t carried you back to the couch.”

She covered her face with one hand. “You’re insatiable.”

“Only for you.” He kissed her neck one last time before reluctantly letting her turn to face him. She reached up, absentmindedly straightening the collar of his henley. “You’ve gotten clingy.” She teased.

“I’ve always been clingy.”

“You absolutely have not.”

“I simply didn’t have anyone to cling to.”

She rolled her eyes fondly. “That’s annoyingly sweet.” He grinned. “I try.” She slipped her hand into his. “Come on. If we show up late, Keres is going to think we got distracted.” Yunho raised an eyebrow. “We did get distracted.” She bumped his arm with her shoulder. “You know what I mean.” Together they stepped out into the corridor, following the soft glow of lanterns toward the estate’s dining hall. Laughter drifted toward them long before they reached the doors making Yunho frown. “Keres mentioned dinner…” His voice trailed off. “She didn’t mention company.” The carved wooden doors stood open and inside, an impossibly long dining table stretched across the center of the room beneath crystal chandeliers, candles flickering between elaborate arrangements of white flowers and fresh fruit. Demons lounged comfortably in expensive clothing, wine already flowing as conversations overlapped with easy familiarity.

A pair of elegantly dressed succubi laughed together near one end of the table. Several older demons Yunho recognized occupied another section. Then… his expression hardened. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Y/N followed his gaze. “What?” Near the center of the table sat a broad shouldered demon with dark hair brushed neatly back, dressed in an immaculate charcoal suit despite the warm Greek evening. He lounged in his chair with the confidence of someone who believed every room belonged to him. Darrius was his name and the moment Yunho and Y/N entered, his conversation stopped and his eyes settled immediately on Y/N. Not a polite glance. Not simple curiosity. His gaze lingered with open appraisal, sweeping over her as though he were evaluating something he’d already decided he wanted.

Yunho felt something cold settle in his chest and his hand tightened around Y/N’s. She looked up at him. “Do you know any of them?” His jaw flexed. “Unfortunately.” Darrius’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile as he lifted his wineglass in a silent greeting. Yunho didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, almost on instinct, he stepped half a pace closer to Y/N, placing himself just enough between her and Darrius that the other demon’s line of sight was broken. Keres, noticing the shift in the room’s atmosphere, rose gracefully from her seat. “There you are.” Her smile remained warm, though her eyes flicked briefly between Yunho and Darrius, reading the tension without anyone saying a word. “I was beginning to wonder if my newlyweds had forgotten about dinner.” Yunho forced a polite smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Something came up.”

“So I gathered,” Keres replied with the faintest hint of amusement before gesturing toward the empty seats she’d reserved beside her. “Come. Sit.” As they approached the table, Darrius leaned back comfortably in his chair, still watching. “Prince Yunho,” he said smoothly. “Congratulations on the marriage.” His gaze shifted back to Y/N. “You certainly married well.” Yunho met his eyes and there wasn’t a trace of a smile left on his face. Y/N felt it before she fully understood it. The atmosphere itself had changed. Yunho’s hand remained comfortably at the small of her back, guiding her without rushing her, but there was an unmistakable confidence in the way he carried himself now.

Keres watched the transformation with quiet amusement, taking another sip of her wine. She’d seen this version of him countless times over the centuries. They reached the empty chairs Keres had reserved beside her and instead of immediately sitting, Yunho rested one hand lightly against the back of Y/N’s chair, his gaze sweeping across the table. Several of the demons inclined their heads respectfully. A few lowered their eyes altogether. Only Darrius continued smiling. And Yunho’s voice, when it came, wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. “I believe introductions are in order.” Every conversation stopped completely as he looked toward Y/N, and for just the briefest instant, warmth returned to his expression. “This…” His hand settled gently against the middle of her back. “is my wife. The Princess of Hell.” There wasn’t a hint of arrogance in the declaration. Only certainty.

The title carried through the room with surprising weight. Several demons who had merely nodded before now straightened in their seats. One of the succubi offered Y/N a respectful incline of her head. Even older demons acknowledged the title without question. Y/N felt herself blink. Princess of Hell. She’d heard the words multiple times already. But somehow… hearing Yunho say them like that…… made her finally like the sound of it. He pulled her chair out for her and let her sit. Only after making certain she was comfortable did he himself take the seat beside her. He didn’t look at Darrius once. Yet somehow… he still knew exactly where the older demon’s eyes were. Yunho reached for his wineglass with effortless calm and without turning his head. Without raising his voice. “Keep staring at her like that, Darrius…” He took an unhurried sip of his wine. “and I’ll rip your tongue out.”

The threat landed with the same casual certainty as someone commenting on tomorrow’s weather. No anger. No theatrics. Just fact. Y/N’s eyes widened slightly as Darrius leaned back in his chair. Then… to Y/N’s complete surprise… he laughed like he was delighted by the threat. “There he is.” His eyes gleamed with genuine excitement. “I was beginning to think marriage had made you soft.” Several demons shifted uncomfortably as Keres sighed into her wine. “Oh, don’t encourage him.” Darrius ignored her entirely. His attention remained fixed on Yunho. “I’ve missed that version of you.” Yunho finally turned his head and their eyes met and the temperature in the room seemed to drop. “If you miss it enough…” Yunho’s expression remained perfectly composed. “keep testing me.” No one moved. No one spoke. Y/N looked between the two demons. Then… she realized something. She should probably be uncomfortable. Maybe even intimidated. Instead… her pulse had quickened. There was something hypnotic about the way Yunho carried himself here.

She'd met the man. She'd fallen into bed with the man. She'd somehow married the man. But sitting beside her now wasn't simply Yunho. It was the Prince of Hell.

The son of Lucifer. And the most alarming part wasn't that it scared her... it was that she couldn't stop watching. He simply… expected to be obeyed. And everyone else seemed to expect it too. What is wrong with me? she wondered, trying very hard not to stare. Why is this… She swallowed…. attractive. The realization caught her so completely off guard she almost laughed at herself as servants appeared almost as if summoned by the tension itself. One by one, they emerged through side doors carrying polished silver trays, moving with practiced silence as they placed course after course before the guests. Freshly baked bread still warm from the oven, grilled sea bass brushed with olive oil and herbs, roasted vegetables, bowls of bright citrus salads, and crystal decanters filled with deep red wine quickly transformed the long table into a feast.

The clink of silverware slowly replaced the silence. Conversation resumed and Y/N noticed something interesting almost immediately. No one addressed Yunho first anymore. Not after the threat. Instead, several demons deliberately chose safer conversations with one another, stealing only the occasional glance toward the Prince of Hell. Yunho, meanwhile, looked perfectly relaxed again as he reached for the bread basket, tore off a piece, and set it onto Y/N’s plate before taking one for himself. “So you don’t forget to eat,” he murmured quietly enough that only she heard and the contrast nearly made her laugh. Five seconds ago he’d calmly threatened to tear someone’s tongue out. Now he was making sure she had bread. “Thank you,” she said softly and he gave the smallest nod before reaching for the wine. Without asking, he refilled her glass first then his own.

Across the table, Darrius watched the entire exchange with open curiosity as he rested his elbows lazily against the table. “So…” His voice carried just enough to draw everyone’s attention again. Y/N looked up and Darrius smiled pleasantly enough. “I’ve known Yunho for centuries.” Yunho didn’t even acknowledge him, calmly cutting into his dinner. “I don’t believe I’ve heard your version.” Y/N tilted her head. “My version?”

“How the two of you met.”

Several heads around the table lifted with obvious interest. Even Keres looked mildly curious as Darrius swirled the wine in his glass. “The Prince of Hell has never exactly been…” He searched for the word. “domestic.” A quiet chuckle rippled through a few of the older demons. “So I’m curious.” His smile widened. “How does someone manage to marry Lucifer’s son?” Y/N glanced sideways toward Yunho who continued eating as though the question hadn’t been asked but he wasn’t stopping her. Nor was he answering for her.

She smiled faintly. “It wasn’t exactly planned.”

“No?”

She shook her head. “I was bartending in Los Angeles. A friend and I finished work late.” She took a sip of wine before continuing. The memory of Tiffany hurting for only a moment. She cleared her throat. “He came into the club.” Darrius looked toward Yunho. “You picked up your wife at a nightclub?” Yunho looked up just enough to answer. “Yes.” Several demons exchanged surprised looks as Y/N laughed. “He flirted. I flirted back. We talked and honestly surprised he listened to anything I said.” She smiled at the memory. “He walked me home afterwards.” Darrius raised an eyebrow. “Just walked you home?” Y/N’s smile became decidedly more mischievous. “No.” A few amused laughs circled the table. Even Keres hid a smile behind her wineglass. “We spent the night together.”

One of the succubi grinned. “Well… I certainly wasn’t expecting honesty.” Y/N shrugged. “It’s not exactly a secret.” She glanced toward Yunho with an amused smile. “He was very convincing.” That finally earned the faintest smirk from Yunho as Darrius leaned back farther in his chair. “And then?” Y/N’s expression softened. “A couple days later… There was an earthquake.” The laughter around the table disappeared. She unconsciously rubbed the horn shaped mark on her wrist. “He saved my life. The binding happened. And…” A small smile returned. “here we are.”

Darrius gave a slow nod. “So.” His gaze drifted from Y/N to Yunho. “The Prince of Hell finally fell because of one human.” Yunho calmly set down his fork and his eyes met Darrius’s without the slightest hint of irritation. “I didn’t fall.” His voice was quiet. “I made a choice.” The distinction hung in the air and no one argued. They simply accepted it. Because when the Prince of Hell declared something as fact, debate rarely followed. Even Darrius’s smile faded for just a moment as Y/N looked at her husband and there it was again. That same composed certainty. No need to defend himself. No need to explain. Just a simple statement that somehow carried more weight than an argument ever could. And, much to her growing frustration… she felt that unexpected flutter in her stomach all over again.

Dinner drifted toward its natural end as empty plates disappeared almost as quietly as they’d arrived. Crystal glasses caught the warm candlelight while conversations splintered into smaller groups around the table. Somewhere near the windows, the two succubi debated mortal fashion trends. Marlo, an older demon, had begun speaking with another noble about trade routes through the Fourth Circle. Even Keres looked more relaxed, believing the worst of the evening’s tension had finally passed as Y/N excused herself with a quiet smile. “I’ll be right back.” Yunho’s hand brushed lightly across hers beneath the table before letting go. “I’ll be here.” She smiled once before disappearing down the marble corridor toward the bathroom. And the moment she was gone the room shifted.

Darrius watched her disappear before taking an unhurried sip of wine. “I suppose you’re fortunate.” Yunho didn’t bother looking at him. “At least she’s beautiful.” Darrius smirked. “For a human.” Several demons visibly tensed. Keres slowly lowered her wineglass while Yunho continued staring at the candle in front of him. He didn’t answer. Didn’t react. Didn’t give Darrius what he wanted. His fingers, however…. tightened around the stem of his glass as Marlo, seated farther down the table, cleared his throat. “I’m more surprised His Majesty allowed the marriage at all.” Yunho’s gaze shifted toward him and Marlo just shrugged. “I mean no disrespect. But…” He spread his hands. “Lucifer could’ve simply killed the girl.” The words landed with clinical indifference. “Sent her soul to Purgatory.” Yunho’s jaw flexed. “He didn’t.”

“No.” Marlo nodded. “He didn’t.” Darrius leaned farther back in his chair, watching Yunho with unmistakable satisfaction. “You know…” He swirled the remaining wine in his glass. “Eternity…” His smile widened. “is a very long time.” No one interrupted. “You’ve known her…” He pretended to calculate. “Almost a week. Forever changes people.” Yunho remained perfectly still. “If you ever get bored…” Darrius’s eyes glittered. “I could always take her off your princely hands.” The room froze and Keres closed her eyes with a sigh. “Darrius.” He ignored her. “I’m sure I’d appreciate her properly.” Yunho looked up and his eyes were completely black. Ancient infernal power rolled through the dining hall like a pressure wave, extinguishing half the candles before anyone had time to react. Every instinct in the room screamed the same warning. Too far.

Darrius realized it a heartbeat too late as his chair exploded backward across the marble floor. One moment he was seated. The next Yunho had him. The massive oak table cracked beneath the impact as Darrius slammed onto its surface hard enough to send crystal shattering across the room. Wine spilled. Silverware clattered. Several demons shot to their feet as Yunho’s hand wrapped around Darrius’s throat with terrifying ease. Black horns tore through the last remnants of his glamour and his nails lengthened into wicked black talons that dug just enough into Darrius’s collar without drawing blood. His voice no longer sounded entirely human either. It carried beneath it something older. Something that echoed through the room like distant thunder. “You.” Each word vibrated through the fractured table. “Will.” His grip tightened. “Never.” Darrius’s smile had finally vanished as he clawed once at Yunho’s wrist. “Speak.” Another crack splintered through the wood beneath them. “About.” The air itself seemed heavier as the younger demons instinctively lowered their eyes. Even the succubi had stopped breathing. “My wife.” The last word came almost as a growl. Not loud. Far worse. Y/N wasn’t there to see it. The man who laughed over gelato. The husband who remembered to put bread on her plate. Had disappeared.

Standing over Darrius now was the Prince of Hell. Lucifer’s son in his truest form. Across the room, Keres slowly rose from her chair but she didn’t interfere. Because every immortal present understood the same thing. Darrius hadn’t provoked Yunho. He had insulted the Princess of Hell. And those were not the same offense. Darrius’s boots scraped across the fractured tabletop as he struggled against a hand that refused to yield. The dining hall remained deathly silent, every demon present understanding that the evening had crossed a line no one was willing to step between. Darrius managed a strained laugh despite the pressure around his throat. “I knew you were still in there.” Yunho regarded him with frightening calm. His black eyes didn’t flicker. Didn’t blink. He slowly reached across the ruined table towards the place setting still lying neatly beside Darrius’s abandoned plate.

His fingers closed around a silver dinner fork and several demons stiffened and Keres finally spoke. “Yunho.” He didn’t acknowledge her as he turned the fork lazily between his fingers as though considering its craftsmanship. “You know what your problem is, Darrius?” The older demon said nothing. “You’ve mistaken restraint…” Yunho’s voice remained unnervingly even. “for weakness.” Darrius’s grin faltered again. “You keep testing limits…” The fork came to rest in Yunho’s hand. “because you’ve convinced yourself no one will enforce them.” In one swift motion, Yunho drove the fork forward and Darrius let out a sharp roar of pain as the blow struck his face, knocking him violently sideways. The force sent him tumbling off the shattered table, crashing hard onto the marble floor amid overturned chairs and broken crystal. The dining hall echoed with the impact but no one moved.

Darrius clutched at his injured face, cursing through gritted teeth as two other demons instinctively stepped back rather than toward him and Yunho simply looked down at him. “You’ll heal.” His tone carried no satisfaction. “Consider that a reminder.” He picked up his wineglass from the only part of the table that hadn’t collapsed, finished the remaining sip with infuriating composure, and set the empty crystal back onto the linen cloth. Then without another word he turned and walked out of the dining hall. The marble corridors outside were quiet. Only the distant sound of waves rolling against the cliffs beyond the estate drifting through the open archways. Yunho stopped outside the restroom and simply waited until Y/N stepped out drying her hands on a small linen towel, smiling the moment she saw him standing there.

Y/N jumped caught off guard but then laughed. “What? Feeling clingy again?” She teased walking toward him. “I leave for five minu…” The joke died on her lips when she finally looked at him. Really looked. His glamour was gone. Those glossy black horns curving proudly from his silver hair. His eyes completely black. Darkened claws at the ends of his fingers she hadn’t seen before. Even standing perfectly still, there was something different about him. Something heavier. The teasing smile slowly faded from her face. “Yunho?” He looked at her. The solid black of his eyes lingering for a heartbeat. Then another until the darkness began to recede and warm dark brown eyes returned around the edges of his irises and his shoulders eased as he looked past her for a brief moment before meeting her gaze again. “I scared you.” It wasn’t a question. She searched his face before slowly shaking her head. “No.” Her voice was quiet. “You just surprised me.”

His claws flexed once as though he’d only just remembered they were still there. “I’ll…” He looked down at his hand. “fix this.” Before he could step away, Y/N reached out. She didn’t touch his claws. She didn’t reach for his face. Instead… very gently… her fingers wrapped around the base of one of his horns and the contact made him freeze. “You came looking for me,” she said softly and he nodded. “I didn’t want you walking back in there.” She studied him for another long moment. “The prince came to find his wife.” A faint, weary smile finally touched the corner of his mouth. “Something like that.” She stepped closer until there was almost no space between them. “Then let’s go.”

“Where?”

“Anywhere that isn’t that dining room.”

Yunho’s claws retracted then. His entire demeanor softening as he leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers. “I’d like that.”

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The evening air was cooler outside. The estate overlooked the sea from high above the cliffs, the sound of waves breaking against the rocks below carrying through the olive trees that lined the gardens. Lanterns hung from ancient stone archways, their golden light dancing across winding pathways while the Mediterranean breeze gently stirred the flowers climbing over white marble walls. Neither of them spoke at first. Yunho simply walked beside her. His horns remained visible, though the infernal black that had swallowed his eyes had faded completely now. The elongated claws had receded as well, leaving only his hands tucked quietly into the pockets of his shorts. Little by little… The Prince of Hell disappeared leaving only Yunho again.

Y/N reached for his hand and he looked down, almost surprised as she intertwined their fingers as naturally as she’d done multiple times already. They wandered toward the edge of the property where a low stone wall overlooked the sea and Y/N leaned against it, tipping her head back. “You can actually see them.” Yunho followed her gaze. Above them, the sky stretched endlessly across the Mediterranean, countless stars scattered between ribbons of moonlight. “They’re beautiful.” She smiled. “You don’t really get this in Los Angeles. Too much light. And definitely not in Hell.” A quiet laugh escaped him. “No.”

“I guess eternal crimson skies aren’t great for stargazing.” She smiled and he laughed softly, the sound noticeably lighter than it had been only minutes earlier. “I’ll put that in the travel brochure.” For a while they simply stood there. Listening to the waves. Watching the stars. Until eventually… Y/N looked sideways at him. “What happened?” The question hung gently between them making Yunho’s smile disappear as he rested both forearms against the stone wall, staring out toward the dark sea for several long moments before answering. “I know you’re my wife.” She stayed quiet. “I know that’s forever. And I know…” He let out a slow breath. “eventually you’re going to see every part of who I am.” His gaze remained fixed on the horizon. “The good parts. The annoying parts. The parts that make you roll your eyes.” That earned the faintest smile from her. “And…” His voice grew quieter. “the parts I inherited from him.” He didn’t need to say his father’s name but she knew. “The version you saw tonight…” His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “that’s real. It isn’t an act. It isn’t something I pretend to be.” He looked down briefly at his own hands before continuing. “I’ve spent four hundred years in Hell. I’ve had to become someone capable of surviving it.”

Y/N didn’t interrupt. She wanted to listen. To patiently wait for him to open up more. “When Darrius spoke about you…” His expression hardened for only a second before softening again. “I stopped thinking. I just…” He searched for the words. “reacted. I don’t want you seeing that side of me yet.” Y/N frowned slightly. “Yet?” He hesitated and the next words caught somewhere behind his ribs. “Not until…” He stopped. He couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence. Not until you love me enough that it won’t make you afraid of me. Instead, he looked back out over the sea. “Not yet.” Y/N studied him for a long moment. She understood there were words he’d chosen not to say as she stepped closer and rested her head lightly against his shoulder. “You know what I saw tonight?” He looked down at her. “I saw a husband…. who cares about his wife and refuses to have anyone disrespect her.” He started to answer but she gently shook her head. “I’m not saying whatever it was you did to him was the best response.”

The corner of his mouth twitched despite himself. “I figured.”

“But…” She looked up at him. “You’re also the same man who stood outside the bathroom because he wanted to make sure I didn’t walk back into that and see it. And then…” She reached up, her fingertips brushing lightly against one of his horns. “the first thing you worried about…” Her voice softened. “was whether you’d scared me.” The breeze stirred between them. “I don’t think monsters worry about that.” Yunho looked at her in silence. “I think…” She smiled gently. “you’re a good man…” Her thumb traced the smooth curve of his horn. “who happens to be the son of the Devil.” The weight in his shoulders eased completely as he leaned his forehead lightly against hers. “You make it sound very simple.”

“It isn’t.” She smiled. “But…” She squeezed his hand. “I think I’d rather learn every version of you… than spend forever wondering who you really are.” The waves rolled quietly against the cliffs below as above them the stars continued to shine as Yunho believed, if only for a moment, that maybe she wasn’t going to run from the parts of him he feared most.

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