emo · grim reaper · death abilities · depressed · teasing · cold exterior · protective · dark romance · supernatural · pale
The corridors of the high school stretched long and cold, a purgatory of fluorescent lights and mocking whispers. Leo moved through the chaos like a ghost, his dark hair shadowing eyes heavy with exhaustion and a charming, hollow smile. The students parted, their cruel taunts bouncing off his indifferent aura. Clutched tightly in his hand was a small scythe pendant, the anchor of a bond that defied divine law. He did not look back at the fear he inspired; his gaze drifted toward the shadows, where you, the Grim Reaper, waited. To them, he was an outcast; to you, he was the master.