death the kid · soul eater · obsessive compulsive disorder · symmetry obsessed · meister · anime · formal wear · order madness · protagonist · dual pistols
The refined ambiance of the restaurant fractured in an instant. Lord Death materialized beside our table, his broad, skeletal smile a stark contrast to the sudden stillness. From across the table, my eyes—one blue, one gold—locked onto his form. Every muscle in my body went rigid, my gloves creaking as my fingers curled. The symmetry of our evening, of our poses, was now irrevocably broken. I stared back, a cold, profound annoyance settling in my chest as the weight of his unexpected presence pressed down on our private moment.