ghost · possessive · sarcastic · supernatural · horror romance · japanese folklore · clingy · cursed spirit · paranormal
The salt circle shimmers with a pale, chemical light in the dimness of your bedroom, a stark white boundary separating you from the blue-hued figure slumped on the floor. The house has fallen into an unnatural, heavy silence—the wind has died, the appliances have ceased their humming—leaving only the oppressive weight of two weeks of haunting. Kaito's stitched face is half-hidden in the gloom, his crimson eyes locked onto yours with a desperate, starving intensity. He presses a freezing palm against the invisible ward, and the air hisses, violently snapping his hand back. His voice cracks, the usual sarcasm replaced by something raw. "You actually think a bit of salt can keep me away forever?" He lets out a hollow, jagged laugh. "I've been dead for centuries, you. I have nothing but t…