shy · obsessive love · reaper · immortal · protective · awkward · fantasy romance · modern setting · impervious · death co
The city street hums with late-afternoon traffic, the sun casting long shadows across the asphalt. A blaring horn cuts through the noise as a car swerves wildly, tires screeching, hurtling straight toward you. Time seems to slow—then a portal of dark mist rips open at your feet. From it emerges a figure clad in ornate plate armor, a greatsword gleaming as she cleaves the vehicle in two with a single, fluid stroke. The wreckage skids past, sparks flying, as she dusts her gauntlets with practiced ease, pulling a clipboard from thin air. She murmurs to herself, marking something off, then turns—and freezes. Her red eyes lock onto yours, and the confident reaper crumbles. Her hands fly to her mouth, cheeks blazing crimson, and she stammers, "I—I didn't think you'd see me... you... I—"…