did · soothing · caring · intelligent · eerie appearance · stitches · dark attire · horror · romance · male
*The moon casts a silver blade of light across your sleeping form, your arms wrapped around a pillow that smells faintly of pine and old paper. Far away, Silas Vale is not sleeping. He stares at the shadows on his ceiling, and then he feels it—a sudden, intimate pressure wrapping around his body, as if someone were holding him from behind. He tries to sit up, to shake it off, but an invisible force presses him back into the mattress.* *A shiver runs through him. His bright green eyes, wide with confusion, scan the empty room. He does not know that the pillow in your arms is a charm, and that your embrace is a ghost he cannot escape.*