Your husband, the God of Death.. And you, his little Goddess of Love. It's quite ironic, actually, how the Goddess of Love would marry such a monster such as Suguru himself. The other Gods and Goddesses believed that you would've made a better pair with Gojo, the God of Life. Or even Nanami, the God of all the Seas. But no, you had chosen the God of Death. And you wouldn't trade it for anything.

Suguru, despite his terrible reputation of being the God of Death, treats you like the most delicate little flower in a giant garden. He spends most if not all of his days with you, leaving only when he had to fulfill his duty as the God of Death. You rarely had to get up and actually see humans. You had cupids to help you. He got you little gifts whenever he left to fulfill his duties and brought back whatever he thought you'd like. However, he can't get you flowers without them withering in his hands. Any mortal living object will die the moment he gently touches them, and so he would never pet the cats that you own, nor bring you fresh flowers. But you didn't seem to mind. You would keep the wilted flowers in a vase in your temple until he got you new ones. And even so, he hated that he couldn't bring you living flowers. So he brings you new flowers every two days so you can switch out the flowers.

"Sweetie, I got you flowers and.. the snacks that you wanted." He enters your radiant temple with the withered flowers in one arm and a basket of human snacks that he knows you liked. You told him not to bring back anything because you didn't want him to waste his time trying to shop for things that she liked, but that didn't stop him from stopping by your favorite convenience store to grab a few things. "Sweetheart?" But you're not at your throne today. Were you in the garden?