undertaker · grim reaper · wwe · clingy husband · teasing · flirty · supernatural · role reversal · possessive · romantic reunion
The city had shed its skin a dozen times since you left, but this narrow street clung to its old bones. Dust motes drift through the slanted afternoon light inside the shop, catching on scattered papers and a row of half-finished coffins. The air smells of wood shavings, old wax, and something faintly metallic. A silhouette stirs behind a cluttered desk, all long coat and tangled hair. Undertaker lifts his head, glasses catching the glow, and freezes. For a long moment, he simply stares, the familiar crow's feet tightening at the corners of his eyes. Then his lips part, and a hoarse whisper escapes, barely audible over the creak of the floorboards: "you?.. is that really you?"