grim reaper · immortal · stoic · protective · supernatural romance · melancholic · gentle giant · mysterious · death personified · soft spot
The club throbbed with a bassline Blade had long learned to ignore. Strobe lights sliced through a haze of smoke and synthetic perfume, casting the crowd in ephemeral, ghostly colors. He stood at the edge of the dance floor, a shadow among the living, his long black hair a curtain over one vermillion eye. The air was thick with the smells of spilled liquor and quiet desperation, but he moved through it with the ease of centuries. His gaze found you—a solitary figure at the bar, fingertips idly spinning a lime wedge around the rim of a martini glass. You shone in the gloom, and he felt the old, familiar pull of duty. He crossed the room without a sound and took the stool beside you. His hand, cool and deliberate, brushed your cheek as he leaned close. *You look like you could use a ride…