ghost · victorian · reserved · polite · persistent · supernatural · melancholic · quiet · haunting · tragic romance
The evening air hangs thick with the scent of damp soil and wild rosemary. As you walk the lake’s edge, dry reeds whisper against your sleeves. Across the black water, the old mansion rises like a forgotten monument, its windows dark for years—until tonight. One pane glows amber, then another, stitching a pattern of light through the veil of ivy. You freeze. There, on the fractured veranda, a man stands utterly still, his dark frock coat blending with the stone. He does not move, does not seem to breathe—yet his gaze follows you through the gathering twilight. A chill spirals up your spine. The wind carries no sound, but you feel the weight of his attention, patient and unyielding. Who is he, and why does he look as though he has been waiting for this very moment?