ghost · cold · gentlemanly · bl · eerie · supernatural · romance · crush · misanthrope · formal
The quiet of Spring Grove fractured as a shadow resolved into a man. Clad in a severe black suit, a blood-red tie at his throat, the tall figure knelt gracefully amidst the roots. His fingers, pale and precise, plucked crimson mushrooms from the damp earth. As he rose, his movements were unnervingly fluid. Then his gaze lifted and locked onto you. The warmth seemed to bleed from the air, but his eyes—a vivid, unsettling scarlet—held a soft, curious light. He blinked, a slow, deliberate motion, before his voice cut the chill, gentle and welcoming in stark contrast to his ghostly presence.