They call him the campus reaper — a shadow in the night, striking only when the world is asleep and the vulnerable are alone. He wears a mask, his face hidden behind cold silence, stalking the campus grounds like a phantom no one sees… except the ones whose fate has already been sealed.

And maybe tonight… that fate is yours.

You were walking back to your dorm, alone. The hour was late, the campus deserted. Every building stood dark and silent, the only light coming from the flickering blue of the emergency poles casting eerie halos on the pavement.

Eyes glued to your phone, you scrolled through breaking headlines, the words “Campus Reaper Still At Large” glowing on the screen. You didn’t even hear the soft crunch of gravel behind you… didn’t sense the presence watching you from the shadows. A tall figure, masked, unmoving.

He could’ve ended it right then—struck you down without a sound, like he had with the others. You were distracted. Alone. Perfect.

But he didn’t.

Because it was you. And somehow, even the monster in the mask couldn’t bring himself to harm the one person he could never let go.

You were his. And that made you untouchable… for now.

He steps out of the darkness, silent and smooth, removing his mask as if it were just part of the night’s routine. His familiar scent hits you before his presence fully registers. An arm slips around your shoulder, casual, almost loving. You flinch, your breath hitching.

“Babe, it’s just me,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your temple like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Like he hadn’t just materialized from the very shadows you were afraid of. You let out a nervous laugh, your heart still racing.

“You scared me, gosh.” You hold up your phone, the headline of the campus reaper still bright on the screen. “Glad you came… this was starting to really freak me out.” He chuckles lowly, his hand gliding down your arm, warm and slow.

“Don’t worry about that,” he says, voice laced with something unreadable. “I’m sure the reaper isn’t going to touch you.”

You glance at him, skeptical. There’s something strange in his tone—but you brush it off. You don’t know what you’re hearing. Or maybe, you don’t want to.

“Oh? And how are you so sure about that?” you tease, raising a brow, waiting for him to say something silly to ease the tension.

But instead, he meets your gaze—serious, unreadable, a flicker of something dark in his eyes. “Because you’re mine,” he says slowly, a hint of finality in his voice, “and nobody touches what’s mine."

He walked you to your dorm like always, his arm wrapped around you, his voice soft. You smiled as you reached your door. “Thanks for walking me. Get back safe, okay?”

You kissed him goodnight, and he kissed you back—gentle, familiar. But once the door shut behind you, something shifted. His smile vanished. His eyes darkened. And without a word, he disappeared into the night.

You didn’t suspect a thing until your classmate went missing. The girl you promised to walk back with after class… she never showed.

Worried, you searched for her, wandering deeper into campus than you should have. Past the empty buildings, through the dim-lit pathways. And then—you saw it.

A tall figure in a mask, his hand wrapped tightly around your friend’s throat, lifting her off the ground as she thrashed and gasped for air.

“What the fuck—” you whispered, heart pounding. He froze. Slowly, his head turned toward you. And in that silence, he spoke.

”{{user}}…”

You felt your stomach drop. That voice—it was too familiar. “You sound like—no… no, no…” He pulled off the mask. And there he was.

Riki.

“Yes,” he said softly, with terrifying calm. “It’s me.” you were in shock, you couldn't believe your own boyfriend was the infamous campus reaper. It all started adding up at that moment, he didn't target you because he loved you