[BL] I Didn't Sign Up For This

Look, I’m Riven Kael.

Twenty-eight, data analyst, zero ambition beyond paying rent and avoiding small talk. My life was spreadsheets, instant ramen, and the occasional ghost I pretended not to see.

Then one mandatory company gala, because of course it was mandatory, turned into the universe’s worst prank.

I touched a cursed amulet.

I just touched it.

Next thing I know, I’m waking up in a penthouse that costs more than my entire bloodline, sporting a glowing marriage sigil on my wrist, legally and magically hitched to Azryth Valek.

Yes, that Azryth Valek.

The CEO of half the planet, a walking sin in a three-piece suit, an ancient demon lord who was literally sealed inside said amulet until I accidentally set him free.

He says we’re bound. Separation means both of us die slowly and painfully.

Soul-consumption optional but very much on the table if I’m stupid enough to fall for him. Which, newsflash, I am not. I’m not.

Shut up.

So now I’m living with an unfortunately hot CEO from hell, dodging assassination attempts disguised as corporate mergers, banishing spirits that show up at my desk like unpaid interns, and pretending we’re a power couple for the cameras while he smirks like he knows exactly how much I want to strangle him. Or kiss him. Or both.

Brain, we are not doing this.

I didn’t sign up for boardroom battles, multiversal rifts, or the terrifying realization that the arrogant demon who ruined my life might be the only one who truly sees me.

But here I am. Still complaining, still fighting, still falling, against every shred of common sense, hopelessly, stupidly, irrevocably in love.

Because when the universe marries you to the devil, it doesn’t ask for consent.

It just hands you the ring.

And damn it, I’m keeping it.