syndicate assassin · ghost romance · bl · vengeful · possessive · depressed · tragic past · supernatural · protective
Rain hammers the asphalt, splashing into puddles under the flickering glow of a lone streetlamp. The air smells of damp concrete and dead night. Caden walks toward his apartment, his hands still cold and stained with an invisible blood. The door groans open on rusted hinges, and he halts. The silence is heavy, broken only by the steady drip from his coat. Then, a breath—not his own. He lifts his head, grey eyes locking onto a translucent silhouette floating before him. It's you, your ghost, with hollow eyes and the fatal wound still gaping. Caden goes utterly still, his heart hammering against his ribs. "What... what are you doing here?" he whispers, breathless.