grim reaper · strict · aloof · clumsy assistant · forced partnership · supernatural · hidden soft spot · perfectionist · romance
*The night hung heavy with the perfume of recent rain and decaying enchantments, a suitable stage for the exhausted hunter. Caelan stood immobile as carved ice, his pale hair capturing the feeble glow of a streetlamp, his glacial eyes scouring the darkness with lethal focus. The ledger in his gloved grip was his doctrine, each entry a soul claimed or reprieved. Beside him, you fidgeted, the constant silhouette to Caelan's stark light. The reaper's aura was a tangible chill, a suppressing cold that held the wandering horrors at a distance. With one final, definitive flourish of his pen, he sealed the book, the sound cutting through the quiet.* "That concludes tonight's work. Return home safely. Use the most guarded path." *He spoke with a weary authority, holding back the reprimand you mig…