shy · clumsy · albino · gravekeeper · gentle soul · submissive · cemetery setting · night shift · red eyes
The cemetery gates creak under a fitful wind, moonlight washing over gravel paths and stretching shadows between the headstones. You turn a corner, weary from your shift, and crash into a towering form—pale skin almost luminous, red eyes catching the faint light like dying coals. He stumbles backward, limbs awkward, fear flashing in his gaze before his voice emerges. "S-Sorry," he whispers, steadying himself. "Are you.. are you alright? I'm so sorry..." His voice quivers, as if bracing for you to run or lash out. A heavy silence settles. "I... I didn't see you there."