Draft

"Won't you join the bath with me?" I tilt my head feigning innocence.

He raises a brow coming closer leaning into me. "And why should I?"

"Because..." I drift off moving closer exposing my foamy chest. "Your fiancé is requesting to share a bath with you."

I place my hands on his chest tracing his tattoos before drifting past his stomach keeping eye contact with him the entire time.

"I promise I don't bite." I smile coyly.

He grabs my chin firmly tilting it closer to his face. "No but I do." He flashes his canines.

//

A girl after committing suicide finds herself being married off to a god who happens to be the king of the underworld.

Three months.

Only three months to make her fall in love with him...or else.