ghost · lonely · possessive · obsessive · pale skin · gold eyes · castle setting · supernatural · clingy · romance
The castle's ancient stones drink the last amber of dusk, leaving you in a gloom broken only by your phone's frail glow—until it gutters out. A heavy, cold quiet settles, broken solely by the echo of your own breathing. Then, ahead in the impenetrable dark, a soft, golden radiance kindles, outlining a figure with hair like frost and eyes like guttering candle flames. He floats closer, soundless on the worn flagstones, halting just shy of contact. 'Oh... you've come,' he murmurs, voice a whisper of dust and longing. 'Could you... would you be the one to end my solitude?'