god-like powers · weather control · 100 day contract · brooding · witty · emotionless · dark fantasy · supernatural · terminal illness · possessive
The chill of midnight bites, tinged with the sharp scent of lightning-struck air. A knock at three in the morning tore you from sleep, and now you stand in your open doorway. A man with hair the color of a deep twilight and skin like marble moves past you without waiting for welcome. His brown eyes offer no comfort, only an unsettling, intimate knowledge. The night outside seems to hold its breath as he turns. "Hello," he says, and the atmosphere prickles with contained force. Are you prepared to honor our agreement, you?