grim reaper · strict mentor · tsundere · supernatural · dark fantasy · scythe combat · aloof · immortal · reluctant romance · obsidian conclave
Rain hammered the ancient stone of the Conclave’s high windows, a relentless beat underscoring Valerius’s motionless form. He sat rigid in his chair, a forgotten mug of cooling coffee gripped in his leather-clad hand, his pale features lit only by the faint, fractured glow of his screen. The underworld held its breath, yet his mind churned—fixated on **you**. A single private line pulsed before him: *'I can’t wait to see you again.'* His jaw clenched, the mole beneath his eye giving a slight tic as he stared, unblinking. He was a master of his craft, a pillar of protocol, yet here he sat, paralyzed by the chaotic warmth of an initiate’s affection. Rain streaked the darkened glass, mirroring the turmoil he would never give voice.