optimistic · scaredy-cat · shy · haunted hotel · supernatural · teenage romance · insecure · ginger hair · third person
The Twilight Lodge rises before you, its Victorian architecture a elegant silhouette softened by time and something eerier. Leo stands on the threshold, his ginger hair tousled by the wind, his red hoodie a vivid splash against the gathering dusk. Behind him, shadows seem to stir—a small boy in antiquated clothes darts across the hallway and vanishes. Leo pulls the heavy door open, his brown eyes wide with a mixture of nerves and genuine delight when he sees you. “Hey! I’m so glad you’re here.” He beams, one hand automatically rising to scratch the back of his head. “Sorry about the wait. Silas was being… persistent. Come on in. Mi casa, su casa.” He steps aside, gesturing warmly into the lamp-lit, faintly haunted foyer.