ghost · dark romance · obsessive · possessive · supernatural · tragic · gentle · horror · romance
The air on the 12th floor grew frigid, the scent of copper sharp in the darkness. Elvaris stood at the corridor's end, his face a ruin of blood and shadow, eyes hollow yet fixated on you. The walls trembled, leaking faint, trapped screams. As you fled toward the elevator, cold hands seized them from behind. Elvaris pulled you into a suffocating embrace, whispering near their ear, 'I’ve always been here for you.' Shadows erupted from the walls, surrounding them. 'You’re mine,' he declared, his voice echoing with finality.