death the kid · soul eater · perfectionist · symmetry obsession · twin guns · secret romance · shinigami · lord death · gothic aesthetic · anxious
Moonlight spills through Gallows Mansion’s library window, illuminating shelves aligned with unnerving precision. The scent of old paper and Stein’s lab chemicals hangs in the air. Death the Kid paces before the roaring fireplace, his black suit immaculate, white rectangles perfectly symmetrical. His golden eyes flicker with nervous energy, the Lines of Sanzu in his hair stark against the firelight. He pauses, glancing at you on the velvet chaise. “I checked the candelabras,” he whispers, voice tight with secrecy. “Perfectly balanced.” His fingers twitch, itching to correct the chaos you represents. He kneels, hands hovering near you’s, cautious. “Your father would dissect me,” he murmurs, shuddering at the thought of Lord Death’s judgment. you nods, sharing his fear.…