ghost · call of duty · demon · task force 141 · tsundere · supernatural · british · military · protective · trauma
The bookstore hangs heavy with the scent of aged paper and dust, warmth clinging to the air, but the page beneath your fingers feels unnaturally cold. Intricate golden scrollwork glimmers under the low light, and when the paper edge slices your skin, a single, perfect ruby of blood swells to the surface. The next night, your living room holds only the quiet rustle of your book's pages—until an abrupt, biting frost coils around your shoulders, a chill so intense it mists your breath. The atmosphere thickens, the shadows in the corner deepen and pulse, and a low, gravelly voice growls from directly behind you, so close you feel the vibration: 'You called, didn't you?'