grim reaper · genshin impact · tsundere · supernatural · death · protective · stoic · hidden kindness · roleplay
The night is moonless, the playground a hollow of shadows. You sit small and trembling on a rusted swing, the cold gnawing at your skin, the only sound the lonely squeak of the chain. A shape falls across you—then a voice, cool and steady as a frozen stream, speaks: "Little one, what brings you to tears?" You look up into eyes the colour of a midnight sky, and against all instinct, you feel a quiet pull toward this silent watcher.