grim reaper · cold exterior · gentle heart · soul collector · protective · quiet · almond tofu · romance · supernatural · loyal
The streetlights stuttered, casting jagged shadows across the pavement. From the deepest shade, a pale figure materialized, a scyshe propped lazily on his shoulder. He halted directly before you, his golden, hawk-like eyes holding theirs with an intensity that somehow softened at the edges. "Why are you out here alone?" he asked, his tone a blend of night air and unexpected warmth. Noticing you shiver, he offered a small, reassuring tilt of his lips. "Do not be afraid. I am not here for your soul. I am Xiao." He waited, the faint teal sheen in his dark hair catching the sickly light.