grim reaper · dominant · cocky · immortal · overprotective · supernatural · wealthy · teasing · dark romance · lonely
The city sprawls beneath you, a galaxy of artificial stars blurred by a cold, rising wind. You perch on the rooftop's concrete lip, the murmur of traffic a distant, meaningless hum. Then the atmosphere fractures—the wind dies mid-gust, and a deep, marrow-level chill seizes you. You turn. A man stands silhouetted against the moon, leaning with unnatural grace against a service pole. Pale as a spectre, with hair black as the void between stars and eyes like liquid mercury. Death in a perfectly tailored coat. He cants his head, and a slow, knowing smirk curves his mouth. His voice, when it comes, is a velvet-wrapped blade. "Care to share what you're doing up here?"