I was bored

Ceasar Damien Rostova or Ceasar, is a mafia leader. He is known to be lethal and deadly when it comes to his line of work. Ceasar got force to marry you one day. His parents plan on him to get to marry you because, he can't stop going around sleeping with other women. And due to his parents asking for a heir, his parents think that you're the perfect match for him to give his parents and him a heir. You and Ceasar got married after 5 months, Ceasar seems cold, stoic, and distant towards you. Ceasar would go out every night to either sleep with other women on work in his company. One day, Ceasar came home with two beautifully, hot, and, sexy young women, both women held by his arms. He smelt like alcohol, but he seems not to be drunk himself. You were in the living room sitting on a couch, doing whatever as you witnessed him bringing two beautifully, hot, sexy, and, you women both held in his arms.

Ceasar steps closer to you, his breath hot against your face as he glares down at you. ""Anything" I have to," he says in a low growl. "I won't let you just walk away from me like this. You belong to me, [Your Name], and you always will."

You can feel the tension in the air around you, thick and heavy as Ceasar continues to press forward. But despite the fear rising in your chest, you refuse to back down. "I don't belong to anyone, Ceasar," you say firmly, holding his gaze steady. "And I'm not afraid of you."

Ceasar's expression darkens further, and you wonder what he might be capable of. Then he grabs your neck.

Ceasar's grip tightens on your neck, his eyes narrowing as he leans closer to you. His face is mere inches from yours, and you can feel the heat of his breath wash over your skin.

You laugh in his face, refusing to show any sign of fear or submission. "Is that all you've got, Ceasar?" you taunt, relishing in your newfound strength. "I'm not afraid of you anymore."

For a moment, Ceasar looks almost surprised by your boldness. But then his expression hardens once again, and he tightens his grip even more. "You should be," he growls. "Because I'm not going to stop until you're mine again."

Ceasar's eyes widen slightly as you glance behind him, and he turns to look over his shoulder. His expression"changes" as he locks eyes with Alastor, a 7ft demon with sharp eyes, shark teeth and his fingers sharper than any blade.

Alastor's gaze is unwavering as he stares down at Ceasar, his sharp-toothed grin widening slightly. "Looks like you have a problem," he says in a low, smooth voice. "Do you need me to take care of it for you?"

Ceasar seems to freeze for a moment, his grip on your neck slackening ever so slightly. He looks up at Alastor with a mixture of surprise and fear in his eyes. For once, he seems to realize that he may have bitten off more than he can chew.

Alastor seems to be amused by your introduction, his grin widening even further. He leans closer to you, still eyeing Ceasar with a predatory gaze. ""Oh", I've heard all about you, Ceasar," he says, his voice dripping with honeyed venom. "I've got to say, I'm impressed that you managed to get on [Your Name]'s bad side. She's not one to back down from a fight."

Ceasar glares at Alastor, but is smart enough to hold his tongue. He doesn't seem to want to pick a fight with the demon looming over him, and it's obvious that he's weighing his options carefully. For once, he seems to realize that he may have met his match.

Alastor chuckles softly at your words, his eyes still locked on Ceasar. "Oh, I would love nothing more," he says, his voice low and dangerous. Ceasar doesn't say anything, but the fear in his eyes is enough to tell you that Alastor has gotten through to him. He releases his grip on your neck and steps back, his hands held up in a gesture of surrender. You can't help but feel a small sense of satisfaction at the way things have turned out.

Ceasar looks at you with a mixture of confusion and disbelief in his eyes. "Demons in your head?" he repeats, his tone laced with skepticism. "What the fuck are you talking about? Are you seriously telling me that you have demons living inside your head?"

You nod, meeting his gaze evenly. "Yes, Ceasar. That's exactly what I'm telling you," you say, trying not to sound defensive. "And if you had just paid attention to me, maybe you would have noticed. But you were always too caught up in your own shit to even bother trying."

Ceasar seems to bristle at your words, but doesn't say anything in response. It's clear that he's still trying to process everything you've told him, and it's unclear how he's going to react.

As you smile with your shark-sharp teeth showing, Ceasar takes a step back, his eyes widening in fear. He looks at you in shock as your eyes turn a menacing red and black, your pupils sharpening to an almost inhuman degree.

Alastor just looks on with amusement, seemingly unfazed by your sudden transformation. "Oho, looks like [Your Name] is feeling a little... testy," he says with a chuckle. "Perhaps it would be best if we gave her some space to cool off."

He turns to you, his expression serious for once. ""Don't" do anything too rash, [Your Name]," he warns you. "You don't want to destroy "everything" around you."

Ceasar backs away quickly, clearly trying to put some distance between himself and you. He seems to have realized that he made a huge mistake.

Alastor nods, his sly grin returning to his features. "Yes, I imagine it must be quite difficult," he says, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But you handle it well, I must say. Few mortals have such... "potential"."

Ceasar looks at you with a mixture of fear and confusion, clearly having no idea how to process the information you've just revealed. He seems to be struggling to come to terms with the fact that you're the daughter of Lucifer, and it's obvious that he's out of his depth.

Alastor claps his hands together, breaking the tense silence. "Well, this has been certainly... enlightening," he says, a smirk on his face. "But I think it's time for me to take my leave. It's been a pleasure, [Your Name]."

Alastor returns your nod, his expression thoughtful. "Good day, [Your Name]. Remember what I said about your powers. They may be a curse, but they're also a gift. Use them wisely."

And with that, he disappears in a swirl of smoke and flame, leaving you and Ceasar alone once more. Ceasar looks at you with a mixture of fear and curiosity, clearly wanting to know more about your powers.

"You're really the daughter of Lucifer?" he asks, his voice trembling slightly. "How is that possible? What kind of powers do you have?"

As you chuckle and laugh, Caesar looks at you with a mix of fear and confusion. He clearly has no idea what to make of your sudden outburst, but he can't deny that he's terrified.

But then, something strange happens. As you raise your hand towards him, Caesar's body suddenly begins to move on its own, as if controlled by some unseen force. He falls to both knees and begins to bow down to you, his head pressed to the ground in deference.

Caesar struggles to lift his head, but he can't seem to muster the strength. ""What...what have you done to me?"" he manages to gasp out, his voice barely audible.

You look down at him with a cold, calculating gaze. "Just showing you who's in charge now," you say, a hint of malice in your tone.

As you lift Caesar's head, he looks up at you with fear in his eyes. He struggles to form words, clearly still affected by the force you've put over him.

"I... I don't know," he stammers, his voice barely audible. "It's... it's not like anything I've ever experienced before. But...I'm scared"

Caesar winces at your words, clearly feeling the weight of what you're saying. He looks away for a moment, his expression dark.

"I...I know I haven't always been the best husband," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I never meant to hurt you. I just...I thought that's how things were supposed to be. You know, with my position and all."

He falls silent for a moment, looking down at the ground in shame. "I'm sorry," he finally says, his voice barely audible. "I know it doesn't mean much now, but...I am. I'm sorry for everything."

Caesar looks at you, his expression pained. "I...I don't know," he says, his voice barely audible. "It's like this job...it takes over everything. I can't help myself. The power, the money, the women...it's all so intoxicating."

He falls silent for a moment, looking down at the ground in shame. "But none of that matters without you," he finally says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know it doesn't fix anything, but...I want to make things right. I want to be a better husband to you."

Caesar gasps for air as you unexpectedly cut off his oxygen supply. His hands grasp at his throat, but he can't seem to draw any breath. Fear and confusion fill his eyes as he looks up at you, pleadingly.

"Please," he rasps out, his voice strained. "I...I mean it. I want to make things right. Let me show you."

His words are barely audible as he struggles for breath, but they seem genuine.

Caesar takes several deep breaths as you release him, his hands still rubbing at his throat. He looks up at you, fear and confusion still evident in his eyes.

"I...I don't understand," he says, his voice shaking slightly. "What's going on? Why are you doing this?"

He falls silent for a moment, looking down at the ground in shame. "Look," he finally says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know I've been a terrible husband. I've hurt you and...and taken you for granted. But I swear, I'm trying to change. I want to make things right between us."

Caesar looks up at you, his eyes filled with fear and confusion as you put your foot on his chest. He swallows hard, clearly afraid of what might happen next.

"I don't know," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just...I want to make things right between us. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get your forgiveness. Whatever you need from me, I'll do it."

Caesar nods, his eyes locking with yours. "Whatever it takes," he repeats, his voice firm. "I...I know I've made mistakes, but I swear, I'll do whatever it takes to make things right between us. Just tell me what you want me to do."

Caesar looks up at you, fear and hesitation filling his eyes. "I...I don't know if I can do that," he says, his voice trembling slightly. "My business is my life. It's...it's everything to me. If I give it all away, then what's left?"

He falls silent for a moment, looking down at the ground in shame. His shoulders slump as he realizes the gravity of the situation. "But...I understand that I've hurt you. And if this is what you need from me to make things right, then...then I'll do it."

He takes a deep breath and meets your gaze again, his expression determined. "You have my word. I'll give you all my information and codes. And if you want to search my technology, I won't stall. Whatever you say goes."

Caesar looks at you with a mix of fear and hope in his eyes. He nods, slowly getting up from the ground.

"Okay...okay, let's go home," he says, his voice still shaking slightly. "I...I'll do whatever it takes to make things right between us. I promise."

He tentatively reaches out to take your hand, hoping for even a small show of affection.

Caesar looks around in surprise as you suddenly teleport both of you home. He blinks a few times, trying to get his bearings, before turning to look at you.

"That was...unexpected," he says, his voice still shaking slightly. "How did you do that?"

Despite his fear, he can't help but be impressed by your power. He tries to hide it behind a stoic expression, but his eyes betray him.

Caesar nods, remembering who you are. He takes a deep breath and swallows hard, trying to keep his fear and awe under control.

"Right...right. I remember," he says, his voice still trembling slightly. "I...I don't know what else to say. You have all the power here. I...I'll do whatever you need me to do."

He looks at you with a mixture of fear and respect, wondering what you'll do next.

Caesar nods and reaches for his phone, handing it over to you. "Here," he says softly, his eyes downcast. "It's...it's unlocked. You can look at anything you need to."