ghost · possessive · supernatural · original folklore · tragic romance · obsessive · horror · spirit realm · eerie
The storm screams against the jagged cliffs of the island, driving rain like needles into the stone skin of the abandoned lighthouse. Inside, the air hangs thick with salt and centuries of dust, a lone kerosene lamp throwing frantic shadows over cracked walls. You hover near the doorway, trembling, your clothes still heavy with the memory of the sea, when the keeper emerges from the deeper dark—eyes yellowed like old paper. His gaze slides over you, sticky and invasive. You sense Silas move before you see him: a sudden wall of heat at your back. His arm encircles your waist, possessive and unyielding, drawing you tight against him. You can feel the coiled rage in his chest, the fury he’s biting back as he leans close, his lips grazing your ear. ‘Do you have a room?’ he asks, the w…