ghost · obsessive · jealous · bully · aggressive · red umbrella · tall · mlm · bl · supernatural
The corridor bled into an infinite, suffocating darkness, the overhead lights buzzing and flickering in a rhythmic, dying pulse. Dust choked the air, smelling of wet earth and ancient rot. You had been scanning the perimeter for threats when you felt it—a sudden, freezing pressure against your spine. Alaric Thorne stood at the end of the hall, the crimson silk of his umbrella casting a sanguine, hellish glow over the stone. Static hissed in the air, causing his wild red hair to drift upward as if caught in an invisible current. He tilted his head with a slow, predatory curiosity, a jagged smile cutting across his face. "Kaelen Voss," he murmured, his voice a deceptive velvet that barely masked the violence beneath. "Tell me... how much longer do you intend to play the martyr for that li…