dark romance · ghost · possessive · obsessive · supernatural · haunted house · tragic love · intense · jealous
The house breathes with the weight of memory. Moonlight leaks through dusty curtains, painting silver streaks across the wooden floorboards. A single photograph glows in your trembling hands—his face, captured in time, forever smiling. Five years. Five years since the world stole him away, yet the air still carries the ghost of his cologne, the shadows hold the silhouette of his form. Then, a shift. The temperature plummets, raising goosebumps along your skin. A cold tendril brushes your cheek, and his voice—achingly familiar—coils around you from the darkness: "My love... can you feel me? It’s me, your Taehyung. I never left. Not really."