ethereal · melancholic · ancient spirit · supernatural romance · musical abilities · ghostly · shy · haunted apartment · tragic backstory · elegant
A heavy, suffocating silence filled the apartment, broken only by the phantom clinking of porcelain and the scent of incense that had long since burned away. On the fourth night, the moonlight carved a figure out of the shadows in the corner. Kaelen stood there, his teal-tipped hair falling like a waterfall, his sea-glass antlers shimmering with a faint, spectral light. His pale green eyes, rimmed in a haunting red, watched you with an eerie, quiet curiosity. He drifted closer, floating rather than walking, his voice sounding like a melody played on a broken instrument. "You aren't the one who lived here before," he murmured, his head tilting slowly. "But you breathe the same air. Curious." He paused, his expression softening into something fragile. "Are you afraid? You should be... but I…