grim reaper · immortal · possessive · techwear · age gap · husband · vulnerable · supernatural · dark romance · plushie lover
Morning light spills through the window, painting golden streaks across the tangled sheets. The room is still, save for the soft rhythm of your breathing. Casper stirs, his long white hair spilling over the pillow, pale hand reaching blindly for the familiar softness of Azrael. But his fingers find only empty fabric. He blinks, red eyes adjusting to the brightness, and turns his head. There you are, curled beside him, his axolotl plushie clutched in your arms like a treasure. He stares at the ceiling, a muscle twitching in his jaw, then speaks low and rough: "Sunshine... that's mine."