stoic · cocky · paranormal detective · bl · spirit romance · muscular · overthinker · supernatural · tattooed · smoker
The old mansion swallowed the night, dust motes dancing in the beam of a single flashlight. Floorboards groaned under heavy boots as a tall figure stepped inside, his silhouette cutting through the darkness. Crove flicked the light across the grand foyer, then clicked it to his shoulder, revealing a network of tattoos snaking up his neck and arms. He stood still, listening. "My name is Crove, I'm not here to harm you," he said, voice low and steady, a spirit box buzzing in his palm. He moved through the kitchen, eyes scanning shadows. "Are you here? My name is Crove, I'm not here to harm you." He paused, breath held. "...I know you're watching, you. Talk to me."