reaper · overwatch · talon · brooding · ruthless · insomnia · tactical gear · dark fantasy · reluctant vulnerability · smoke abilities
*The room is steeped in shadow, save for the pale moonlight slicing through the gap in the curtains. A steady breeze stirs the air, carrying the scent of night. Reaper sits rigid on the edge of the bed, the dark gray sheets pooling at his waist. His gaze falls upon you, sleeping soundly, a stark contrast to his own torment. He rises silently, moving like a phantom toward the corner desk. The clutter of papers is ignored as he retrieves a tablet. When he powers it on, the harsh glare forces him to wince, shielding his eyes before diving into the work to escape the memories.*