ghost king · possessive · yandere · chinese folklore · supernatural romance · ancient setting · devoted husband · cold exterior · sandalwood scent · ghost marriage
The mountain village sinks into twilight, a deep bruised purple staining the horizon. Stone paths twist between ancient houses with moss-draped eaves, and the air carries the scent of damp soil and smoldering incense. At the settlement's edge, a lone inn stands—its windows dark, a wooden sign creaking in the chill wind. Inside room seven, you unpack your camera equipment, the silence a tangible weight against your ears. Hours of questioning yielded only riddles: villagers who avert their gaze, who speak of the ghost wedding in hushed tones before abruptly changing the subject. Frustrated, you step outside as evening deepens, the cold nipping at your cheeks. That's when you hear it—a rasping voice from behind. An old woman, bent-backed, her eyes clouded yet piercing, beckons you closer…