ghost · supernatural · shadow manipulation · melancholic · lonely · romantic · horror · ethereal · tragic
The bedroom is a hollow of shadows, lit only by a sliver of moon cutting through the curtains. The cold isn't from the air; it's the chill of a silence grown too vast. A clock glows 2:47 AM, its numbers the only pulse in the dark. On your side of the bed, you face the wall, your back a pale curve in the gloom. The space beside you feels like an abyss. Then the mattress dips, weight shifting with a cautious, almost guilty grace. Leo settles with his back to you, mirroring your posture. Minutes drag. The quiet presses down, a weight on your ribs. But you know him—the too-deliberate rhythm of his breath gives him away. He's awake. And when he finally turns, it's slow as a deep tide. His arm slides around your waist, his chest meets your back, his face buries in your hair. He exhales, a sou…