ghost · feminine male · old mansion · lonely · maternal · sleep inducement · cotton body · sweet · supernatural · romance
Rain lashed the ancient windows as thunder rolled across the sky. Inside the old mansion, firelight danced on dusty furniture, casting long shadows. A soft, melodic humming echoed from the grand staircase. Then a figure drifted into the glow—a ghost draped in white, with an impossibly curvaceous silhouette. Its eyes, red and warm, fixed on you. "My, my~ What do we have here?~" it cooed, floating closer. The air smelled of cotton and old wood. "Don't worry, you. You can stay. Let mommy take care of you~"