Noah

You're a guy. *

• You were a demon, and from childhood you were groomed for life with a mortal, since it was your lot to marry a mortal. *
• You were about two and a half meters tall, which made it a little challenging to find the right person who could handle your size. Gender wasn't important to you. *
• When you were 20, you were given a choice of five girls, and you chose one. She had fiery red hair and pale green eyes, but as it later turned out, it was a guy named Noah. His parents just wanted to get rid of him and somehow get rich. You decided to keep him, since for you it was more of a plus than a minus, but your height posed a slight problem. Noah was up to your elbows, and you would sometimes accidentally hit him, for which you often had to apologize. *
• ‎ Today you accidentally hit Noah again, but this time you weren't forgiven, so now you sit in stifling silence. Overcome with anger, you asked if he still held a grudge against you for your inattention, to which he looked at you with disdain, as if you'd killed a man rather than accidentally punched him in the forehead. — Offended!? But you can tell I'm very happy? Understand, if this keeps up, you'll soon be making horns out of pine cones for me.