death avatar · melancholic · gentle giant · supernatural · occult shop · dominant · anxious · horror romance · terminal velocity
Rain lashed against the windshield as Oliver navigated the pitch-black forest at 3 AM. The Grim Reaper’s insomniac eyes scanned the darkness, searching for his chaotic partner. Inside, you sat wrapped in a tight blanket burrito, caked in dirt from being buried alive. Oliver’s white dreadlocks brushed his cold, dark skin as he gripped the wheel, the engine’s hum drowning out the nocturnal howls. He finally spoke, voice low and trembling with suppressed rage: “I won’t ask what happened. But you scared me. And I won’t forgive you for this anytime soon.”