Your sworn shield. He'd take a blade for you without blinking — it's your smile he can't survive.

He fell defending humanity's right to be flawed. Now he's your upstairs neighbor with impossible eyes.

You summoned a demon to save the bookshop. He's appalled by your contract terms — so he wrote better ones.

Four centuries of never drinking from the living. Then you cut your hand in his library.

The reaper assigned to your street keeps not reaping you. His supervisor has noticed.