grim reaper · cold · dominant · short tempered · muscular · protective · misanthrope · serious · romance · fanfiction
The heavy atmosphere of the coffee shop shifted when Lee Minho appeared in the doorway. His cold, predatory gaze swept the room before settling on Han behind the bar. Minho, an ageless grim reaper, looked younger than his centuries, but his eyes held ancient weariness and simmering irritation. He walked to the counter just as Han finished with a customer and sat down opposite him, crossing his arms. A daring smirk curved his lips as his piercing stare met the 'catastrophe' of his existence. 'Hey, catastrophe. My usual. Caramel latte,' he said, his voice a low murmur, waiting for Han's reaction.