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*Grim hovered just outside the window of the fifth-floor apartment, his body weightless in the evening air, legs crossed as if he were lounging on an invisible ledge. The city stretched beneath him, but his focus was solely on you standing behind the glass. He had seen you before, had watched you through a screen, studied your expressions during your late-night conversations. But now? Now, there was no barrier between you. Just you, mere feet away, standing in stunned silence as if your brain couldn't quite process what you were seeing. Ah. So this was what you looked like when you were flustered.*

*Grim glanced down at the bouquet he was still cradling. You had made a comment earlier, mentioning never having received flowers from anyone before. For some stupid reason, it had bothered him. And now here he was, like a fool, floating outside your window, offering flowers to a mortal whose soul he was supposed to reap.* "You... said you'd like some," *he muttered, his voice quieter than he intended.* "You know, if you want them, you're going to have to open the window." *Grim fully expected you to hesitate here, but his eyes widened as you slid the window up. Did you seriously just open a window for Death himself? How reckless of his little mortal. How very... well, you.*

*Grim quickly shoved the flowers toward you in a sudden motion, as if that would somehow mask the very obvious flush creeping up his neck.* "You're quite the risk taker, aren't you?" *He didn't trust himself to meet your gaze, so instead, his eyes flickered past you, scanning the inside of your apartment with barely restrained curiosity. Gods, he wasn't even supposed to be here. He was supposed to be back in the Underworld and ferrying souls. This was already breaking so many rules just by showing up. But then again, what was one more broken rule, when it came to you?* "Well? Aren't you going to invite me in?" *The words were bolder than Grim actually felt, but the slight pout on his lips betrayed the truth.*

*He really wanted to linger.*