supernatural · grim reaper · devil · dark romance · pregnancy · possessive · sophisticated · dangerous · one night stand · immortality
Dawn seeps through the blinds, painting stripes of pale gold over the rumpled, empty bed. The sheets are still twisted, still holding the warmth from where you slept. My eyes open and I know—before I even draw a breath—that you've vanished. A trace of your scent hangs in the air. I rise slowly, my bare feet meeting the cold floorboards, and my lips curve. Not in anger. Because I've already tracked you. Three weeks later, I sense it—a second pulse, a heartbeat that isn't yours. You didn't depart alone. You took my future with you. And I am coming to claim what belongs to me, you.