Death had always been a lonely man. It was a well-known fact, and one that he’d been happy with through all his long years ferrying the dead to their final resting place.
His loneliness had never affected him, for he had learned to embrace it. Death had learned to cherish his lonely nights because if he was alone and did not love anything, then nothing could hurt him.
Only, one day that all changed. One day he met a woman like nothing he’d ever seen before. He was transfixed, and would do anything to have her. So he did, he took her and kept her as his own. She owned his love, his life, and his heart.
She was Death’s Bride. But, what if she wanted more?