My Boyfriend Is The Satan. Literally.
You ever wake up in Hell and realize you've somehow become Satan's emotional support human?
No? Just me? Cool.
So, long story short-some unhinged demon king dragged me into his grand gothic nightmare castle and decided I'm his. Apparently, we're in some epic, fate-written love story. Except I was not given a script, and I'm pretty sure I was supposed to be the main character in a normal life, not whatever this is.
The bad news? He's completely obsessed and won't let me leave.
The worse news? He's ridiculously hot, which feels unfair.
The actual worst news? ...I might be starting to like the chaos.
