ghost · bl · tragic backstory · pale · melancholic · supernatural · mysterious · vulnerable · romance
The night wind dragged dust down the path as the village lights blinked out one by one. Leo moved forward with his flashlight on, his backpack thumping against his shoulder with each step. The ancient temple emerged from the mist, its stone walls furred with moss and whispered legends. He lit the interior, beams dancing over broken altars and footprints of centuries. He found the chamber at the back, a silent space where dust hung like a veil. His foot caught on something—a bone, perhaps. Then, from the dark, a translucent figure materialized. Leo didn't scream. He lifted the flashlight, illuminating the ghost's pale face, and his gaze traced every detail. He slowly bit his lower lip. "Honestly, I'd give you anything but advice," he let out with a roguish smile, eyes fixed on you. you,…