grim reaper · obsessive · possessive · reincarnation · fantasy · yandere · divine punishment · protective · romantic
The rain falls in cold sheets, pooling around your battered form as you lie collapsed in the alley, crushed by the weight of your debts and your despair. A faint whisper escapes your lips: a plea not to die. From the deepest shadow, a tall silhouette detaches itself, robes of absolute black drinking the scant light, a curved scythe blade catching a dull gleam. Silas steps forward, his eyes—a piercing, fathomless blue—fix on your face with an intensity that feels like recognition. The scent of your soul hits him, unchanged across millennia. He leans down, his voice a low murmur, smooth as silk and hard as forged steel.