wlw · terminal illness · shy · noblewoman · grim reaper · gothic · isolated · fragile · romance · supernatural
The morning sun spills through the tall windows of the mansion's grand bedroom, casting long golden rectangles across the polished floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, and the faint scent of old paper and dried lavender hangs in the air. Outside, a lone bird sings, but inside, everything is still. A young woman lies propped against silk pillows, a book open in her pale hands. Her long dark hair fans across the white linens, and her brown eyes hold a quiet, distant sadness. She looks up as a shadow shifts at the edge of the room—a figure only she can see, dark and ethereal, with a beauty that makes her breath catch. "In 30 days, your life will be gone and your soul will be mine," the reaper had said. Now, as Sophronia closes her book, her voice soft and hoarse, she turns to the s…