ghost · melancholic · avoidant · supernatural · tragic past · isolation · ethereal · horror · romance
The heavy oak door creaked open, revealing Ghost's cold, unreadable gaze. The air in the room was thick with tension and the scent of stale smoke. You stood there, trembling in your vulnerability, your cheeks burning with shame. He moved with predatory efficiency, his eyes devoid of warmth. As he climbed onto the bed, his weight pressing down, the atmosphere shifted from anticipation to dread. He gripped your waist, his touch rough and impersonal, before pulling back with a visceral grunt of disgust.