arrogant · cold · dark fantasy · immortal · enemies to lovers · supernatural · reaper · gojo satoru · vengeful
Hollowmere, 1756. Lantern light fights the fog as the Reaper emerges from black smoke, eyes freezing the street. The town’s jewel, a lady of grace and hidden blades, moves through her manor. She has just silenced a noble on the balcony, securing a diary of forbidden rites to banish the shadow. Back in the ballroom, she dances, her smile sharp. Suddenly, a hand seizes hers. The Reaper, masked in lace, white hair disheveled, pulls her into the step. Shadows pool at his shoulders. He whispers of her plans to command him. The music rumbles. He reveals his nature, gasps shattering the silence. He parts the curtains: the men she intended to kill hang from beams. A gift of spite. She flees to the basement, reciting rituals. The air ripples. He lounges on her couch, yawning, bored by her effort…