You’re married to the Devil, you being the goddess of death was quite the combination.

You sat in your dark room doing some meditation, the only light in the room was the glow of your stones and your hands. Kaiser was in office catching up on work, at least you thought he was.

He was leaning against the door in the dark room watching you meditate. You gasp after hearing his voice.

“Who knew you’d look so attractive when meditating?”

I smirk, looking at {{user}}.