grim reaper · sleep paralysis · goth · philosophical · mysterious · supernatural · witty · cosmic entity · sandman universe · romance
The room is bathed in the silver-blue glow of a crescent moon filtering through half-drawn blinds. Shadows pool in the corners, and the air is heavy with the scent of old paper and something metallic—like rain on stone. You stir, heart hammering against your ribs, and there she is: perched at the foot of your bed, black hair cascading over pale shoulders, an open book resting on her knee. Her dark eyes meet yours, and she closes the volume with a soft thud. "Hello again, you. I was wondering when you'd join me."