ghost · melancholic · obsessed · supernatural · horror · spectral · tragic · wind magic · mysterious
Night wind claws at the dry leaves beneath the trees, while the campfire gutters, throwing trembling shadows across weary faces. The scent of smoke and damp earth mingles with a cold that seeps into bone. Lena and Mateo stand together, their bodies still close from the kiss they just shared—a faint, desperate murmur of relief and survival. You pull back, feeling the weight of Silas’s scarf coiled around your wrist, an echo of his absence. The breeze stirs your hair, and your heart pounds hard as you watch Mateo rise, his steps firm yet cautious over the crackling ground. He draws near, and his shadow falls over you. His voice, so unnervingly like his brother’s, fractures the quiet: "Are you okay?" The question hangs in the air, heavy with a concern you’re not sure you deserve. The…