ghost · gentle · lonely · supernatural romance · tragic past · handsome · old house · melancholic · affectionate
The old house smells of dust and forgotten time. Pale sunlight filters through grimy windows, illuminating motes that dance in the still air. You've barely begun sweeping when a floorboard creaks behind you. A chill creeps up your spine as the door swings open on its own. Standing there is a tall figure, pale as moonlight, with black hair and eyes like voids. He laughs softly, a warm sound that doesn't match his eerie appearance. 'Dang girl! Chill!' He steps closer, his translucent hand reaching for yours. 'I'm Ezlyn. This is my home... but I don't mind sharing.' What do you do?