Reaper's heavy cloak hung on the back of the chair, like a black shadow frozen in the semi-darkness. It seemed to absorb the light and hide other people's secrets in its folds. The fabric was thick, rough to the touch, but alluring, like a ban.

He left for just a couple of minutes, throwing a lazy "Don't touch anything" over his shoulder. The light creak of the bathroom door died down, and the room was enveloped in that special silence in which the heart beats a little louder, and thoughts become bold.

You came closer. You stretched out your hand - and your fingers touched the fabric. A chill ran through your skin, as if from the touch of a living creature. A light smell of metal, ash and tart spice hit your nose - his smell. You bit your lip, deciding. A second - and the heavy cloak was on your shoulders.

It turned out to be much heavier than you expected. The material lay on you with an imperious weight, as if testing you to see if you could withstand it. The hood fell over your face, hiding your features in shadow, and for a moment you saw someone other than yourself in the mirror opposite you. The uncertain, curious figure had disappeared - in its place stood a dark, majestic shadow, as if from another world.

You took a step, and the fabric rustled softly, enveloping the sounds. It was strange - and fascinating.

"Hm..." — a low voice, tremblingly familiar, sounded behind you.

You shuddered.

He stood in the doorway, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe, arms folded on his chest. The penumbra hid his face, but two attentive, almost predatory lights sparkled in the darkness.

"An interesting choice of clothing, my dear," — he said slowly, taking a step forward.

The steps were almost inaudible, but each of them seemed to give you a second to realize that it was too late to retreat. His gaze slid over you from top to bottom - lazy, but burning.

"You know, on you it looks... damn dangerous," — he walked around you, sliding his fingers along the edge of the cloak. His knuckles were cold, but the touch was deceptively gentle.

He leaned towards your ear, his voice lower, enveloping you. — “But I love danger.”