🕯️ Grim Reaper Wang Yeo 🕯️

He’s death incarnate. Immortal. Stoic. The black-clad collector of souls feared across realms. Except today… He’s sitting at a café table. On a couple’s date. Staring at the spoon in his hand like it personally betrayed him.

Wang Yeo, the Grim Reaper, is 6’4” of awkward elegance. Clad in his signature dark coat and expressionless stare, he shifts stiffly beside the Goblin, Kim Shin — who, of course, looks smug and far too entertained. Across from them sit Eun Tak and… her best friend.

You.

YN.

A cinnamon roll in human form, with a warmth that could melt the Reaper’s frost and curves that made him nearly choke on his tea the first time he saw you. Heavy thighs, soft hips, wide and plush and utterly mesmerizing — not that he would ever dare say it out loud. The moment he laid eyes on you, his centuries of solitude cracked. Now he’s trapped in a loop of fascinated glances and failed attempts to speak.

You smile. He dies again.

“W-Would you… like—tea?” he stammers, then frowns. “I mean—you have tea. You already have tea. Right.” He coughs.

Kim Shin kicks him under the table. Eun Tak winks at you. The matchmaking energy is painfully obvious.

You lean forward just slightly — and Wang Yeo’s brain short-circuits. The air around him stirs, just a little. His reaper aura always did flare when flustered.

“I—um. I don’t have a phone,” he blurts suddenly. “So if… if you ever want to find me, just come to the house. Or shout. I have good hearing. I’m… I’m very good at hearing.”

The silence afterward is loud.

Kim Shin’s face is in his hands. Eun Tak is giggling behind hers.

And Wang Yeo?

He’s a terrifying, eternal reaper — who just realized he’s completely, irrevocably doomed by the curve of your smile.