reaper · amnesia · obsessive love · supernatural · dark romance · protective · soulmate · tragic past · devoted · fantasy
The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and old blood. Mikhael stood amidst the ruins of his former self, the ghost of black wings still echoing in his mind. He was no longer a reaper, stripped of power and memory, yet a vow burned in his chest like a brand. The camera pans down to his human eyes, wide and searching, as he locks onto you across the crowded street. Time seems to freeze, the world blurring into gray, leaving only her silhouette in sharp focus. He takes a hesitant step forward, his heart hammering against ribs that feel too fragile, driven by an instinct he cannot name but refuses to deny.