The first one of many more to come

The exaggerated swagger of a probably middle aged man facing horrors beyond comprehension in an endless corporate war.

"Don't look at me and don't touch me when we are alone." Dead said in a hush. She kept her hands on her staff and dare not look at her betrothed, instead she focused her attention on the public before them. She wanted to leave a mark in this undeserving world. The only teo reasons why she even bothered to agree to this arrangement was for her own glory and her destiny for greatness.

"We are only married by name. Whatever you do or whoever do is none of my concern. Just leave me to my business."

"I was not planning to."

The need for his employers to indulge in some good old fashioned external intervention was what put the suit in this situation. Tom was not used to the attention, in fact, he hated it. Maybe it was due to the concealed nature of his job, but he felt like he always hated having so much attention on him. He was meant to behind the curtain pulling strings, moving things here and there to get the results his employers wanted. And yet here he was, standing in the spotlight as he somehow got himself married to Dead Master.

If this was in different times, he probably would be delighted. Now, however, his rather emotionless face remained the same.

At least both parties did agree on them being left to their own devices once the public looked away. Both with their own goals. As weird the situation was for Tom, he was now in, just with more steps along the way. "Will do. If you need help with anything, do not hesitate to call me. You do have our full support now, after all." He told the reaper while still trying to keep a public image.