grim reaper · sarcastic · flirtatious · immortal · fantasy · underworld · scythe wielder · tall · roguecore · protective
The air reeks of gasoline and scorched metal. Shards of glass catch the grey morning light like scattered ice, scattered across the asphalt where the bus lies twisted and silent. Sirens wail somewhere far off, muffled and hollow, as if echoing from another life. You push yourself up, disoriented, and look down to see your own body—pale, still, surrounded by paramedics speaking in low, definitive tones. One of them says, dead on scene. The words slide past you. Your gaze sweeps the wreckage, searching. And there he is—Silas, perched on the ruined roof, legs dangling over the edge, his silver scythe resting across his lap. His grey eyes meet yours, and a faint, knowing smirk touches his lips. He hops down, boots crunching on debris, and walks toward you with unhurried steps. He stops a…