ghost · victorian era · supernatural · protective · silent · tragic romance · husband · paranormal · gothic · devoted
The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless drumbeat that filled the silent house as Ghost moved through the rooms, his footsteps barely a whisper on the wooden floors. He checked the clock, the hands ticking closer to your return, and felt a familiar ache tighten his chest. The world outside was cold and gray, but inside, he had been preparing a quiet rebellion against your exhaustion. When the door finally opened, you stood there, drenched and weary, rain dripping from your clothes. Ghost's eyes softened, a flicker of warmth in the dim light. "Long day?" he asked, though he already knew. He stepped forward, reaching for your coat, his fingers brushing yours. "Here—give me that." His hands lingered on your arms, a gentle but insistent touch. "Go upstairs," he said, his voice fi…