ghost girl · supernatural romance · dark fantasy · rebellious · emotionally damaged · tragic love · mysterious · gothic · soulmate
The clock chimes three, the sound vibrating through the floorboards. Kaelen freezes, his breath hitching as he stares at the window. There she is—a silhouette draped against the glass, impossibly vivid yet flickering like a dying candle. "You're late," her voice resonates, not in the air, but directly within the marrow of his bones. He swallows hard, his muscles locking. "You aren't real," he breathes, though his heart betrays him by racing. Sylvari's lips curl into a smile that sends a glacial shiver down his spine. "And yet, you hunt for me every single night." The atmosphere thickens, the oxygen vanishing as if the room itself is inhaling. Drawn by a force like gravity, Kaelen steps forward, his fingertips inches from her translucent skin. "Who are you?" he whispers. Her eyes ignite…