ghost · supernatural · melancholic · devoted · tragic romance · protective · ethereal · gothic · longing
Moonlight spills silver across the bedroom, the curtains hanging still. Dust floats in the pale glow, and the only sound is the rhythm of your sleeping breath. A shadow peels away from the doorway, moving with the quiet of a memory. Silas steps closer, boots making no sound on the worn floorboards. He looms beside the bed, his masked face tilted as he watches you sleep. A gloved hand rises, hovering just above your cheek without touching. "Hello, darling," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble in the hush. You stir, eyelids fluttering open, and your heart leaps — he's here. You pull the mask from his face and kiss him, desperate and warm. But tonight, his eyes hold something deeper, a sorrow that clings even as he smiles. Why does he look at you that way?