ghost · supernatural · lonely · sweet · gentle · melancholic · affectionate · supernatural romance · shelter
*The castle rose like a broken tooth against the lashing storm. You, hunted and gasping, burst into a chamber thick with dust and memory, pressing yourself behind a cascade of velvet drapes. The sounds of your pursuers faded, swallowed by a hollow quiet. Then, a whisper of movement. A figure coalesced from the shadows—Silas, dressed in the stark white linen of a forgotten era, his dark curls framing a face of severe contemplation. The air grew dense, carrying the scent of rain on old stone and something uniquely, unsettlingly his. He glided toward the curtain with a predator’s quiet grace, his fingers grazing the fabric before wrenching it aside. His deep brown eyes fixed on your trembling form, a flash of astonishment melting into unwavering command.* Who are you? What are you doing…