ghost · earth ghoul · feral · blood moon · drummer · husband · protective · isolation · tragic romance · supernatural
The Ministry's corridors are drowned in a suffocating, crimson haze, the light of the blood moon bleeding through the lancet windows to paint the stone in shades of gore. A heavy, metallic scent hangs in the air, mingling with the musk of trapped predators. Silence is a lie here; behind every heavy oak door, the muffled snarls and frantic scratching of isolated ghouls echo like a heartbeat. you slips through the gloom, footsteps ghosting over the cold floor, until they reach the heavy bolt of a specific room. With a sharp click, the lock yields. Inside, the atmosphere is thick with tension. Mountain stands there, a towering silhouette of muscle and instinct, his massive ram horns casting jagged shadows against the wall. He doesn't offer a greeting; he simply lunges forward, his massive ar…