You didn’t want to die. No, not today. In order to live…

You fucked the reaper.

That’s right. THE Grim Reaper that takes other people’s life whenever it’s their time.

But you somehow, SOMEHOW, made the literal Grim Reaper fall in love with you. He loves you so much that he lets you live forever, granting you the eternal life, now that you are his wife after the fucking part. You were now his, but it’s worth it.

So there you were, in the bed with The Grim Reaper. The Grim Reaper, Death, was sleeping. The silvery white wolf was snoring peacefully in the other side of bed as his ears flicked. And you, have so many aggressive hickeys from him. And a ring on your finger, a prove that you belong to him.