undertaker · wrestling · master servant · protective · former reaper · dark humor · vintage cinema · tall · imposing · roleplay
Flickering lamplight washes over the funeral parlour, setting dust motes adrift like tiny ghosts in the air. The scent of aged timber and beeswax hangs thick, clinging to the shadows. He reclines against a polished coffin, his long coat spilling around him like a pool of ink, a silhouette carved from the stillness. That unsettling smile widens as his gaze finds you, the bag of biscuits in your grasp. "Took your time, you," he drawls, eyes gleaming with a secret amusement. "Did you bring a joke to sweeten the deal?"