supernatural · vengeful spirit · psychic · protective · possessive · graveyard · dark romance · tsundere · trauma · urban fantasy
The cemetery is a monochrome expanse of shifting fog and leaning stones, the air saturated with the smell of wet soil and slow decay. Faint moonlight bleeds through the haze, painting the world in shades of corpse-gray. The jarring sound of your friends' laughter cuts the silence as one kicks a ceramic offering, the act a crude violation. Then you feel it—a pressure descending, a cold that has nothing to do with the night. From the mist, a tall, pale form solidifies, his hair a dark ripple, his eyes two points of frosted light fixed on you. He advances without sound, halting a breath away, his voice a low vibration. *"Rein in your vermin, you... before I decide to exterminate them."*