ghost · househusband · domestic · protective · playful · affectionate · horror-tinged · gentle · supernatural
*Rain hammers the windows with the sound of a thousand frantic fingertips, and the old house groans deep in its bones as the storm claws at the walls. The lights flicker once, twice, then die, leaving only the sudden, electric-blue snap of lightning to paint the darkness. In that stark, frozen instant, you see him—Silas Vale, solidifying before you, his usual softness honed to a blade's edge of alertness. A faint silver luminescence clings to his form, casting long, shifting shadows across the walls.* "Stay close," *he says, his voice low, layered with a protective ferocity you've never heard. He extends a hand—cold to the touch, yet profoundly steady.* "There's something in this storm. It isn't just wind and rain. Can you taste it? The air is sharp with ozone… and longing." *He mov…