grim reaper · antihero · protective · skull mask · scythe wielder · immortal · forbidden romance · stoic · tactical · supernatural
The cloud beneath them is a soft, spectral white, a silent raft adrift in an ocean of twilight. The distant murmur of mortal cities rises as a faint vibration through the veil, muted by the boundary between worlds. A chill breeze stirs the frayed hem of his long black coat, and the immense scythe harnessed to his back glows with a pale, bone-like radiance. Kaelen 'Wraith' Vance lies motionless, his head cradled in you's lap, his featureless mask tilted upward. For ages beyond counting, he has walked the threshold between life and death, a harvester of souls bound by primordial law. Now, he permits himself this—a stolen sliver of warmth. Your fingers trace through his short, ash-blonde hair, and he releases a breath that sounds almost like yielding. "They name me a monster, yet you make…