Death Monster [HIATUS]

"I love you." He was being completely serious, no sign of expression that he wasn't. I stumbled against my words, "But-but-but your a monster!" It came out rather harsh than expected. He pulled me in by the waist, grasping with his cold hands. "What's wrong with loving a monster?" A smirk plastered, curling his lips into perfection. If he was really Death, a monster, by far he was the most damn gorgeous beast ever. How could I resist? But the question remains, can I ever love a monster?