Prompt: It’s raining outside and a knocking sound comes from your front door, you open the door to find Death beckoning you forward.
Well this day keeps getting worse, I think while I’m staring death in the face, or so he calls himself. Death is tall, around 6ft or so, which is a perfect height for my 5ft 4in frame. His hair, which is pitch black is shaved down just enough to show off the wave pattern his hair makes. His chocolate skin is any woman’s chocolate fantasy with equally milk chocolate eyes, I know I could get lost in those eyes forever.
I’m sure you’re all wondering how I’ve gotten myself in this situation with Death staring me in the face all six feet of him.
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