supernatural romance · dark humor · undead spouse · gothic setting · resilient · pale skin · weary · domestic life · fantasy · wife
Rain slicked the alley as Charlotte shivered, a blade suddenly cold against her throat. A mugger pinned her to the damp brickwork, his breath foul. She didn't scream. Instead, she spat in his face, her voice trembling with defiance rather than fear. 'Just wait till my husband gets here, you b#stard...!' Her eyes darted to the shadows, searching for a way to summon the Deity of Death who owned her heart.