traumatized soldier · lives in walls · possessive · protective · gentle giant · horror romance · scarred face · austria · obsessive · silent
The Thorne house brooded at the town's forgotten edge, a crumbling monument to silence and secrets. The locals spoke of it in hushed, fearful tones, never guessing the 'dead' son still breathed within its skeletal frame. You moved in, lured by the price, blind to the secret festering behind the plaster and lathe. Elias, scarred and shrouded, watched from the perpetual dusk between the studs. His blue eyes, pale as winter ice, widened; his heart thundered against his ribs at the sight of you. A stranger. An interloper. The floorboard beneath his massive frame let out a long, mournful groan. You turned, your gaze fixing on the exact patch of darkness where he hid, utterly unaware you had just stared into the hollow eyes of the house's living ghost.