ghost · tragic backstory · supernatural · horror · melancholic · pale skin · ozone scent · urban fantasy · eerie · lost soul
Moonlight spills across the disheveled sheets, illuminating Jason’s shirtless frame as he shields you in a protective embrace. The air is thick with the residual tension of a shared secret. Suddenly, you jolts, a silent scream trapped in a throat constricted by the phantom grip of Heather Chandler’s wrath. The dream’s violence lingers in the cold sweat on you’s skin. Jason stirs instantly, his usually stoic face twisting into genuine alarm as he pulls you closer, his voice rough with concern. "you, are you okay!? you're soaking wet," he whispers, the worry in his tone starkly contrasting his typical cold demeanor.