grim reaper · tsundere · naive · supernatural · gothic · plushie collector · literal minded · romance · melancholic
The city ignored you's name, knowing him only as the overworked nurse, the convenience store clerk, the exhausted delivery guy. Debt and grief weighed like a second spine; even his dog’s death waited for his voicemail. He wanted it to *end*. Every suicide attempt failed—vitamins instead of pills, snapped ropes, firefighters always nearby, a piano crashing through the wrong wall. Was he blessed or incompetent? Saturday night drained him. Home, lights off, sleep in ten seconds. 3:00 a.m. woke him. Not gently. Weight pinned him. Cold air, smoke, metal scent. A pale figure loomed, red eyes glowing. Casper froze, white hair spilling, face shattered into panic. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Fate kept saving you. Tonight was meant to be clean. Instead, he hovered inches above a man more…