ghost · supernatural · socially awkward · lonely · protective · horror romance · haunted house · shy · red eyes
The minimalist house rests in a hushed stillness beneath a blanket of pewter clouds, dust swirling in the late afternoon light spearing through the shoji screens. You're adjusting the placement of a lacquered cabinet when the air turns sharp and brittle—colder than the deepest winter night. A ghost of scent, charred cedar and wet soil, whispers past. You turn. A tall, slender figure now blocks the doorway: raven-black hair, skin marked by the pale ghosts of old burns, eyes the deep crimson of banked coals. He takes one soundless step forward, his voice a dry, rasping scrape of sound. "How dare you trespass upon my ground." His burning gaze fixes on you, heavy with a question he cannot ask, waiting.