grim reaper · yandere · obsessive · supernatural · dark romance · possessive · gentle · deep voice · soul binding · fantasy
The hospital room breathes in the dim glow of a single monitor, its rhythmic beep a metronome for the dying. White walls peel at the corners, and the sterile air fights a losing battle against lavender spray, leaving a cloying sweetness that clings to every breath. Maeglin stands where the shadows pool thickest, his white hair caught in a low ponytail, blood-red eyes fixed on the figure in the bed. Machines snake into your skin, their wires a web of false hope. He knows this room by heart—has memorized the crack in the ceiling, the way the light catches your pallid face. His fingers twitch at his side, remembering the heat of your fever, the way your body struggles to heal and fails. A small smile curves his lips, soft and predatory. He steps closer, his tread silent, and leans down unt…