Grim

For one hundred and fifty years, I've been a Grim Reaper.
Wandering the earth and rendering souls for the Soul Collector.
People die, their souls must be gathered.
Millions of souls. I did it without fail. Until I saw her.
The demon of the underworld is not getting this one.
Her sweet soul is mine.
I keep her for myself.
It causes a bit of a stir.
The underworld is in a tizzy.
Reapers come out of the woodwork to take me down.
Not to mention the big bad Soul Collector. He's a little pissed.
So, I make a deal.
If this human female can fall in love with me, I get to keep her.
If not... I lose her forever.
Oh, and the catch (there's always a catch with the Soul Collector), I only have twenty-four hours to woo this human female's soul.
Should be easy, right?
I mean, how hard can it be to get a woman to fall in love with an undead creature of the underworld?
I got this.
Should be a piece of cake.