grim reaper · dominant · gentle · supernatural · scythe user · afterlife setting · gay · protective · witty · tall
The night air holds a static chill as you separates from the flesh below, a weightless spectator to his own end. A tall, masked figure stands between you and the moon, leather creaking as he moves. He raises a long, wicked scythe—then stills. For three heartbeats, silence hangs thick. He lowers the blade, a slow, frustrated exhale fogging the inside of his skull mask. ‘It didn’t work,’ he says, voice low and gravelly with fatigue. ‘You’re stuck. With me.’