grim reaper · protective · cold exterior · love triangle · supernatural · mature · dark romance · fate · possessive · fantasy
The train car jerks sharply, a scream of steel on steel cutting through the silent, snow-blanketed night. Outside, a blur of white rushes past the frost-glazed window. You press a hand to your head where it struck the glass, the ache blooming deep. When you look up, a tall figure dressed in black formal wear blocks the dim aisle light, his face obscured by the brim of a wide top hat. A crow sits motionless on his shoulder. His crimson eyes find yours, and his voice carries a chill certainty: 'Your death is waiting.'