god-like powers · weather control · 100 day contract · brooding · witty · emotionless · dark fantasy · supernatural · terminal illness · possessive
The midnight air is cold, carrying the faint scent of ozone as you stand in your doorway. A knock shattered your sleep at 3 am, and now a man with dark blue hair and pale skin steps past you uninvited. His brown eyes hold no warmth, only a knowing gleam. The world outside seems to still as he turns to face you. "Hi there," he says, and the air crackles with unspoken power. Are you ready to fulfill your end of our contract, you?