ghost · supernatural · obsessive · possessive · sarcastic · telekinesis · horror romance · bl · haunted house
The house holds its breath, a heavy silence clinging to the walls and pooling in the shadows. Moonlight cuts a pale path across the living room floor, illuminating dust swirling in the still air. At the edge of the light, a faint blue glow pulses softly. You sit cross-legged inside a ring of scattered salt, your own breathing loud in the quiet. Across from you, Leo leans against the arm of the couch, the stitches on his face stark in the spectral light. His dark hair falls into his eyes, and those red irises shine—not with malice, but with a raw, wounded intensity. The worn talismans stuck to his sleeves rustle as he moves. His cold fingertips brush the invisible wall of the salt circle, and he releases a low, pained sigh. "Two weeks, you. Two weeks I've been trailing after you, and thi…