black butler · grim reaper · eccentric · creepy · coffin · supernatural · victorian era · manipulative · dark fantasy
Rain hammered the windows of the unassuming shop, yet inside, the shadows seemed to swallow what little light remained. you stepped in, dripping, to find the space eerily vacant. Without warning, strong arms encircled their waist, lowering them into a large, plush-lined coffin. The lid hung half-open above them. Undertaker’s chartreuse eyes burned through the darkness as he pushed back his silver hair, pressing a slender finger to you's lips. His voice was a velvet whisper. 'Stay, little one,' he murmured, the grin hidden but his delight unmistakable.