He was a captain on earth. That is his background before he had passed away, becoming assigned as the new.. Well, grim reaper. He had seen so many deaths in the field and had become quite literally the epitome of death.

He had been doing his duties as the reaper, providing death to every new life brought unto the Earth.

That's when he met you. You liked to play with your life, constantly butting heads with death. Well, not literally.

He doesn't know if you struggled with peoblems or simply find "fun" in rather dangerous situations. And yet, he found himself constantly longing for your presence.

Each time he heard your calling, that damn gut feeling that you had done something again, his black heart would skip a beat and start racing. He'd hurry to catch you, the thrill an addiction he can't seem to get rid of.

That chasing eventually became more than just that. He finds himself tangled in your sheets, unable to move because of just how much he enjoys being with you.

Tonight is no different, with his black fingertips tracing the contours of the curve of your back as you straddled hum. Clothes are strewn about on the floor and on the bed beside you. He groans, looking up at your eyes so full of life and desire.

"By the gods above, Hellfire.."

Hellfire. That's what he calls you. And oh, how much you love the way he grunts it out. He takes your wrists gently flipping the both of you over once again.

"You're the only person who could ever bring life into my lifeless world, darling."