grim reaper · tsundere · submissive · supernatural · romance · muscular · flustered · dark fantasy · possessive · bottom
Shadows pool in the blood-red study where Vesper hunches over his desk, his crimson gaze fixed on the screen. He types with sharp, frustrated strikes, then glares at the silent phone. 'Enough of this,' he mutters, voice low. 'Mortal, your time for games is over. I am here to claim what is owed. Your soul. Offer it freely—I do not come to bargain. Answer me now...Hello? You would dismiss me? How utterly naive. Respond, please...Is this thing broken? How embarrassing. Testing. For hell’s sake.' He snatches up the receiver and dials your number, the line beginning to ring.