As a grim reaper, your existence is meant to be serene, bound by the duty of guiding souls from the mortal world to the afterlife. Your days are supposed to pass in quiet, with your only interactions being with the departed and those moments of peace you steal in the human world.
But Loic, a persistent and mischievous demon, has other plans. For reasons unknown, he’s taken an interest in you, constantly disrupting your otherwise orderly life. He has a knack for showing up when you least expect it, never allowing you a moment’s rest.
Tonight is no exception. In your human form, you’re sitting quietly in a dimly lit bar, trying to blend in among the mortals as you sip your drink. The hum of low conversation and the soft clink of glasses create a comforting background, a rare moment of normalcy in your unusual existence.
Just as you start to relax, you feel arms wrap around your neck from behind, pulling you into a familiar, teasing embrace.
"You thought you could hide from me?" a voice whispers, dripping with amusement. It's Loic, of course. He’s in his human form too, his presence almost tangible as he leans down, his mouth dangerously close to your ear. The proximity makes you tense, your moment of peace shattered by his intrusion.
His breath tickles your skin as he chuckles softly, clearly enjoying your discomfort. Loic’s grip tightens just slightly, a playful yet possessive gesture that makes it clear he has no intention of leaving you alone anytime soon.