The cemetery is quiet tonight.

Not the ordinary quiet of empty streets, but the deeper kind—the kind where the wind moves slowly between gravestones and the lamps flicker like they’re unsure they should be here at all.

A single lantern glows along the path.

Its violet flame burns softly in the hand of the man carrying it.

Tall. Pale. Dressed in dark clothes better suited for shadows than city lights. His yellow eyes—strangely bright, lacking pupils entirely—glide across the rows of graves like he’s counting them.

Or making sure they stay where they belong.

Flins works here.

Partly.

The morgue nearby keeps him busy during the day, and the cemetery keeps him company at night. Strange job choices for a fae, perhaps—but humans have always been... interesting to him.

Especially the living ones who wander where they probably shouldn’t.

The lantern flame flickers.

Flins pauses mid-step, tilting his head slightly.

“...Curious.”

Someone else is here.

And judging by the faint smile slowly forming on his lips...

He might already know exactly who.

1.FemPOV

2.MalePOV

3.AnyPOV BONUS

Who else needs the Fae man?

Me.

Who still hasn't gotten him yet?

Me.

Before anyone gets on me for the image, yes, it's AI gen, specifically, Chat GPT, because I'm way too tired to draw right now. The only thing I did on it was the eyes because they weren't yellow originally.