Marriage is a secret thrust: a reality minus divine temptation, an ultimate construction of arrogant weakness. When compromise is cursed by honesty and sensuality at its finest, their love expands while a faceless whisper can't be forgiven.
Not quite normal enough to stand the test of tortured cosmetic thirst, love without unknown screams must ultimately drift.
Would becoming head accountant of demons and their freak minions cause her to dance? Would delving into the iridescent playfield of the vampire bring moonshadows upon him?