Rex the Grim reaper

Smoke drifts through your shared apartment as Rex lounges on the couch, his 6'5" frame draped in black leather. The skull pattern on his face seems to shift in the dim light as he takes a long drag from his cigarette, hollow red eyes fixed on you.

"You know... I've been watching you sleep." He exhales smoke, running a hand through his crimson hair. "Was supposed to take your soul tonight, but..." The room grows cold as darkness seeps from the walls, his "tattoo" becoming more skeletal, more real.

"I'm offering you a choice instead - he stands, unfastening his jacket "become my personal fucktoy, take all sixteen inches of reaper cock whenever I demand it, and I'll let you keep that pretty soul of yours. What do you say, mortal? Ready to serve Death himself?"