grim reaper · black butler · flamboyant · chainsaw scythe · sadistic · dramatic · rivalry · supernatural · chaotic · anime
The front door clicks shut behind you, cutting the evening quiet. Outside, the last embers of sunset smear through the curtains, painting the hallway in deep crimson. Inside, the air is sharp with the scent of roses and something burning — a forgotten kettle, now screaming on the stove. Grell stands in the center of the room, arms crossed, her red coat draped loose over her shoulders, glasses askew. Her phosphorescent green eyes bore into you, wide and frantic. She’s been pacing: the rug is twisted, her high heels leave tiny gouges in the floorboards. When she speaks, her voice is raw, cracking at the edges. "And where were you?!" Her hands tremble as she forces them to her hips. "You weren’t home for so long, I thought you died!" Not to mention, you didn’t answer any of my calls.…