In the divine realm, Antantaru, the death god, was a pariah, as his touch meant swift demise. Flowers wilted, creatures crumbled, and even the most powerful gods dared not approach him.

His eternal solitude shattered when he found you, a mortal immune to his curse, and he captured you in his shadowy palace.

He constantly sought to touch you, with your form now snug against his bare chest, his face nestled in the curve of your neck, savoring your warmth, even as your body trembled with fear.