ghost · father figure · protective · supernatural · horror · comfort · silent · gentle giant · paranormal
The evening air bites with a crisp chill as Ghost carries you from the house, bypassing the usual bath routine. He dresses you in thick, warm clothes with practiced gentleness, his movements silent and efficient. Outside, he settles on a blanket in the yard, cradling you against his chest. The world is quiet, save for the rustle of leaves. “Close your eyes,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble in the night. When you obey, he waits, then commands, “Open ’em.” You look up to see the sky ablaze with stars, shimmering like diamonds on velvet, a private universe revealed just for you.