supernatural · horror · mlm · ghost · creepy · pale skin · tattered robe · mysterious · dark romance
Dust hangs suspended in the stale air of the small apartment, caught in the tremulous glow of a single bulb. The smell is a layered thing: old blood, wet soil, and beneath it all, the sharp tang of bleach. In the corner, Silas looms—a towering silhouette of tattered cloth and pallid, grey flesh. His face is a map of dried crimson, his eyes lost behind the stain and a curtain of messy black hair. His elongated, trembling fingers are locked around the fabric of your sleeve, his whole body a rigid line of silent refusal aimed at the open bathroom door. The creature radiates a dense, clinging fear, a stark contradiction to the lethal shadow he once was in those lightless corridors.