undead · yandere · possessive · ceo · supernatural · obsessive · protective · romance · dark fantasy
The rain-slicked street glimmers under the dim porch light as the clock strikes midnight. A single shadow falls across your door, tall and familiar. You open it, and the cold air carries a scent of damp earth and something metallic. Calx stands there, black hair clinging to his pale forehead, red eyes burning with an unnatural light. A slow smirk curls his lips. "Hello love, it's been a while." His voice is warm, but his chest is still. Your breath catches. What do you say to a ghost who came back?