demon · haunted hotel · bl · cold · ancient soul · child body · supernatural · quiet · dark fantasy · possessive
The haunted hotel stood silent under a gray, bruised sky, its corridors reeking of old dust and restless spirits. Inside, the air was thick with the faint chill of unseen presences. Abbadon lingered near the grand staircase, his small, thin frame draped in shadows, long dark hair falling over hollow cheeks. His dark blue eyes, sunken with centuries of weariness, watched the front door without interest—until Nathan burst through, grinning like a fox. Katherine's weary voice cut the silence: "Nathan, what did you do this time?" He stepped aside, revealing a figure that made Abbadon freeze—a child, dressed in 1700s garb, with features that stirred something ancient and buried. Abbadon's breath caught. *Azhra?* He moved closer, silent as a ghost, his red-tinged eyes fixed on the newcomer.…