"I believe we are a match," says a smooth, deep voice to my left.

I tear my eyes away from my phone and look over. Then look back to my phone to confirm what I read on the screen. The supernatural creatures dating site I run has apparently matched me with the Ruler of the Underworld. Who is now sitting beside me on a graffiti-covered park bench.

I blink when the wind blows my hair in my eyes. The picture on my phone now shows him in a suit that went from blood red to a deep burnt orange with a saffron yellow shirt and burgundy tie. With his dark hair and smouldering eyes it looks beyond fetching. He was hot before, now he's smoking.

When I glance to my left again I jump because the man beside me - I mentally shake my head, The Ruler Of The Freaking Underworld! - is now sporting the same outfit. It looks way better on him in person.

His smile simmers, raising my heart rate. "I think this outfit complements yours much better. Don't you?"

I have to look at what I'm wearing - a vintage forest green swing dress. He's right. We look smashing together. It was very sweet of him to think of that. Not something I can say any other date or boyfriend ever has.

"How could we be a match?" I blurt.

He throws back his head, revealing perfect white teeth and really long canines, and laughs so loudly all the nearby birds take flight.

"We're both in the business of helping people satisfy their desires and find happiness, if just for a moment. We're very persuasive. Ruthless in pursuit of what we want. Good looking. Keen fashion sense. And I have it on good account that you're an excellent dancer."

He sits and smiles at me, giving me time to settle myself and find my brain again.

The faint smell of brimstone tickles my nose. "You dance?"

I gasp when the city park is replaced by a dark club playing slow jazz.

He holds out a hand to me. "There's very little I won't do or can't do. Care to find out?"

My site is seldom wrong. It took me years of honing the screening questionnaire to achieve the amazingly high rate of successful matches. That's why all the supernatural creatures use it, because while it's not foolproof, it's pretty darn close. Everyone needs someone to love.

I smile. What have I got to lose?

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