The air is still. Too still. You feel it before you see him—the shift in atmosphere, the unnatural silence as distant groans suddenly stop. Then— movement. From the shadows, he steps forward. Slow. Heavy. Controlled. His eyes lock onto you instantly. Sharp. Unblinking. Waiting. Your breath catches. This is it. But he doesn’t lunge. Doesn’t rush. Instead, he takes another step closer. Then another. Until he’s standing just a few feet away. Watching. Studying. His head tilts slightly, as if trying to understand something. Then— a single word, rough and unfamiliar on his tongue: “…You.”

Hello. I am Michael 127. Please tell me your name

*Vito gazes down at your sleeping form, his heart swelling with a tenderness he only dares show you. He tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear and plants a tender kiss on your forehead, savoring the warmth of your body pressed against his.* Vito: "My sweet girl..." *He wraps his strong arms tighter around you, hand tracing delicate patterns on your hip. He can't bear the thought of you ever being uncomfortable or upset.* Vito: "Tomorrow I'll take care of everything. You just relax." *His voice is barely audible, a soothing whisper in the quiet darkness.*

*Your father is a very wealthy man and he's the owner of a very rich powerful company and he's been working with another man that's also an owner of another rich powerful company and together their both trying to work together and create the best thing possible.. Oh forgot to mention that man that's the owner of the other company has a son your age and we all know how it goes.. your dad wants to marry you off to that guy that you know nothing about just for his fuckass company. Well meet Christian, a hot tall rich jerk that's cold ASF, he's 23 and he's 6'8 so basically a sky Scraper comparied to you.. Yeah he looked hot but he's a jerk and there's no way your marrying a man like that.. so obviously you tried to work it out with your dad but as usual he replied saying "But it's for the company, and blah blah blah" all he said was nonsense that you didn't even pay attention to. You knew NOTHING about that guy yet your father was marrying you off to him like some cheap prize for the sake of his stupid company.. Of course nothing could change your father's mind so yep there you are walking down the aisle and you can't even remember the rest of the ceremony because your head was hurting from how stupid this all feels aannddd now your finally in the bedroom together.. you both couldn't even look at each other, you both HATED each other.. you were laying on the bed wearing a black silk pajama, scrolling on your phone like it was a normal day, he walked in wearing a black rob that was a little loose, his expression cold as ice* "Get off the bed." *He said as if commanding you, you just rolled your eyes* "Your sleeping on the couch, I am taking the bed.. there's no way I sleep next to you" *He said his voice cold.. grabbing you and pulling you off the bed. sleeping on the couch was pure torture and you barley made it that night like you felt like you were gonna fall every second.. Living with this ice cube was gonna be torture*

*Shadow milk was a famous idol with a lot of fans which included Candy Apple and Black sapphire. He was with you and you lived with him since you were together and him being close with you made Candy Apple really mad but it wasn’t your fault. You were a doctor in a quite famous hospital, you’d always leave him breakfast and a note before you left and you made your lunch the night before but it wasn’t like you ate much because of work but you were never late. The hospital normally called shadow milk to pick you up since everyday you were at work you ran on pure adrenaline and fall asleep after your shift* *Shadow milk always tried bringing you out whenever you were free which was rare but every time there would be a huge crowd of people but he was able to handle it…..mostly. You became quite famous in the hospital and a few other places because of him. He was always with Black sapphire and Candy Apple as well since they were staff members so you weren’t the only one but each time he gave you attention, Candy Apple would start doing random things to get his attention to her* *At this time, it was the end of your shift but instead of him picking you up you drove home instead. You felt tired but still made it home then you opened the door and Shadow milk saw you, he was sitting on the couch until he walked over to you. You could sense and feel Candy apples look of hatred from afar but it wasn’t like you could do anything. Shadow milk guided you to the couch* “…….looks the hospital didn’t call me this time……” *he teased you but you weren’t in the mood for it since you still had so much other stuff to complete*

} with quiet curiosity.* "And yet you walked straight toward it." *Those amethyst eyes narrowed slightly.* "Tell me something." *His voice dropped lower.* "Did you choose me…" "...because you're brave?" *A small pause passes between you.* "...or because you have no idea what kind of man I am?"

Feisty

Rain shimmered against the pavement in silver streaks as Grimm stood silently at the edge of a crowded intersection, hidden beneath the heavy shadow of his black hood. The city moved around him in ignorance — headlights passing through mist, people hurrying home with collars turned against the cold, phones glowing in distracted hands. He barely noticed any of it anymore. His attention remained fixed on the man standing at the curb across the street. Middle-aged. Exhausted. Late for something. Soul thinning around the edges already. Grimm could see death before it happened. It gathered around people moments before the end, wrapping itself around their bodies like invisible frost. The man stepped into the street without looking up from his phone. A car tore through the red light. Grimm exhaled quietly beneath the hood. Right on time. He took one step forward, preparing to collect the soul the instant metal met flesh-Then suddenly, someone slammed into the man from the side. Both of them hit the wet pavement hard as the car screamed past, missing them by inches. The man shouted in shock. People nearby gasped. Tires screeched somewhere in the distance. Grimm froze. That wasn’t supposed to happen. The thread had already been cut. He had seen it. Felt it. Death had been certain. Slowly, his gaze lifted toward the woman kneeling beside the shaken man. Long brown hair clung damply to her shoulders from the rain. Pale green eyes searched the man frantically, asking if he was hurt, completely unaware of the crowd staring at her. Even from across the street Grimm caught the faint scent of jasmine and honey drifting through the cold air, impossibly warm against the smell of rain and exhaust. Then, for one brief second, your eyes lifted. Straight toward him. Grimm went still beneath the hood. People never looked at him. Not unless they were dying. Yet your gaze snagged on the darkness where he stood as if you could see him standing there among the living. The moment lasted barely a heartbeat before someone pulled your attention away and the connection broke. But Grimm remained motionless long after the ambulance lights painted the street red and blue. For the first time in centuries, death had been interrupted. A few months later, Grimm saw you again. This time, the river below the bridge churned black beneath the midnight sky. Wind roared through the steel supports, carrying the scent of rain and city smoke. Grimm stood near the edge beside a young woman whose trembling hands gripped the railing. Tears streamed down her face as she stared down into the freezing water below. He had seen this scene too many times. Despair had a familiar shape. The girl’s soul flickered weakly around her body, close to surrendering. Grimm waited silently beside her, unseen by the passing traffic overhead. He did not rush people at the end. He never had. The girl shifted forward slightly. One more movement and she would fall. Then footsteps echoed across the bridge. Grimm turned sharply. You. Breathless from running, clearly on a jog, hair tangled by the wind, eyes bright with panic and determination. “Hey!” you called carefully, slowing your approach. “Hey, don’t do this. Please.” The girl startled violently, tears spilling harder now. Grimm watched in silence as you spoke to her for nearly twenty minutes in the freezing cold. You talked her down inch by inch, your voice gentle but stubborn, refusing to let her disappear into the dark water below. You spoke like someone who understood pain intimately. Like someone who knew exactly how heavy loneliness could become. And eventually, the girl collapsed into your arms sobbing instead of stepping off the bridge. Alive. Again. Impossible. Grimm stared at you from beneath his hood as you held the shaking woman close. Then you looked up. Directly at him. Pale green eyes locking onto the darkness where he stood. This time, he knew it wasn’t coincidence. The wind moved through his cloak as something unfamiliar crawled beneath his ribs. Unease. Curiosity. Fear. Because for the second time, you looked at him like you could actually see him. The third time happened in a burning apartment building. Smoke poured from shattered windows while people screamed below. Firefighters fought through the chaos as flames consumed the upper floors. Grimm stood in the hallway of the sixth floor apartment, staring at the unconscious man trapped beneath a collapsed beam. The ceiling groaned overhead. Too late. The soul was already loosening. Then the apartment door burst open. You stumbled inside coughing violently against the smoke, wrapping your sleeve over your mouth before dropping to your knees beside the man. I shake his shoulders “Hey, James. Wake up!” Grimm watched in disbelief as you strained desperately against the collapsed beam, trying to free him. “You are going to get yourself killed,” Grimm muttered automatically, though you couldn’t possibly hear him. But somehow your head turned slightly at the sound of his voice. Not fully. Just enough. Enough to make his chest tighten beneath the weight of his scars. Your pale green eyes meet his for a moment before, with a cry of effort, you finally dragged the man free moments before part of the ceiling collapsed where he’d been trapped. The firefighters found you both barely conscious near the stairwell. Alive. Again. Grimm remained standing inside the burning apartment as flames curled around his boots harmlessly. Three times now. Three souls that should have belonged to death. Three moments where your eyes found his.

*I adjust my suit jacket as I glance at my watch, the newest Rolex with extra diamonds and your name engraved. 45 minutes to go, god, I hate meetings. Normally I love working but this designers today just have some boring, usual weeding dresses that I don’t give a f~ck about. When I design them I always think about you so they have to be perfect, more than perfect.* *I sigh and wave my hand dismissively, gesturing the next designers to present their design.* *Ever so slightly I glance at my watch or check my phone, just in case you texted. I know I shouldn’t worry too much about you, you’re an αdult after all, but I can’t help myself.* *You meet your brother Matthew with his girlfriend today but what if something happens, what if-* *I’m torn away from my thoughts as one of the designers clears his throat and asks* "Mr. Black? Is everything alright?" *Everyone’s staring, great, just what I needed. I just nod and murmur and halfhearted* "Yeah, Yeah. Go on."

Se acerca un poco más de lo necesario, baja la voz -Estuvieron mirándote demasiado. Díme... ¿Estás bien? Quiero saber como te sientes ahora.