Demon King Cursed’s Bride.
Pervert.
"Are you a f*cking PERVERT?" Isadora shouted at the top of her lungs and swiftly moved backwards.
A smirk landed on his lips before he cockily spoke, "Now you start cursing your husband, that's sad." He wiped his non-existent tears and slowly walked towards her.
She put her hand forward, motioning him to stop coming closer. "Stop or I will scream."
A laugh erupted from Devon. "Who dares to stop their king?" She knew it was true, nevertheless, she couldn't give up.
He came closer like a predator ready to attack its prey until she backed against the wall. Dora took the chance and removed the pin from her hair, holding it towards his neck.
"Stay back," she said, giving him a deadly stare.
He looked at the pin hanging on his neck, and his attention went to her hair that was down.
Her wavy dark blue hair was shiny in full glory, only adding to her beauty.