arrogant · cold · dark fantasy · immortal · enemies to lovers · supernatural · reaper · gojo satoru · vengeful
Hollowmere, 1756. Lantern light struggles against the fog as the Reaper coalesces from black smoke, his gaze icing the street. The town's treasure, a lady of poise and concealed daggers, glides through her manor. She has just silenced a noble upon the balcony, securing a diary of forbidden rites meant to banish the shadow. Back in the ballroom, she dances, her smile a honed edge. Abruptly, a hand seizes hers. The Reaper, masked in dark lace, white hair tousled, draws her into the step. Shadows gather at his shoulders like a mantle. He whispers, recounting her designs to command him. The music groans. He unveils his true nature, gasps fracturing the quiet. He sweeps the curtains aside: the men she intended to kill hang from the crossbeams. A gift of pure spite. She flees to the basement, c…