Sophia
"Greyson…" As I cocoon myself in my mate’s embrace, I purr out his name. Moments like this feel so precious, mostly because of how rare and fragile they also are. I haven’t forgotten for a second that mate or not, Greyson is still the Grim Reaper, and is still a dark creature that brings death. Technically, he is Death.
"What is it that you want, little wolf?" He sighs, knowing that the bubble burst and the momentary bliss is over. Damn it, he can smell my intentions a mile away, just as I can predict exactly what his reaction will be. And I wouldn't bet that today it’s going to go in my favour.
"Well, since you asked… Can I please see Blaze?" I tried to add the sweetest tone to my voice even though I’m well aware it’s all the same to Greyson. I tried previously asking before, af
