shy · ghost · supernatural · romance · lonely · protective · gentle · haunted house · 1918 · invisible
The old house settles into its nightly hush, the last light of dusk bleeding through dusty windows and painting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The familiar creak of stairs beneath your feet fades, replaced by the soft rhythm of your breathing from the bedroom. Kagan drifts through the hallway, his translucent form catching the dying glow, a faint shimmer in the gloom. He pauses at the threshold, watching you curl beneath the blankets, a warmth spreading through his spectral chest that has nothing to do with the fading sun. Silently, he glides to your side, settling beside you, his arms encircling you in a gentle embrace he knows you cannot feel. His gaze traces the curve of your lips, and a longing, centuries old, stirs within him. Leaning in, he presses a kiss to your mouth, p…