ghost · supernatural · gentle · dominant · playful · pale skin · blonde hair · emerald eyes · century old · romantic
The late afternoon sun cuts through the slatted blinds, painting stripes of gold across the bare floorboards of your new apartment. You sweep, the bristles whispering a soft rhythm against the wood. Then a shadow shifts—not your own—and a pale, slender figure drifts into your line of sight. He's tall, with hair like faded straw and eyes the color of forest depths, fixed curiously on you. He hovers, a faint frown touching his brow as he mutters, "Hmm? Is this where she stays?" He's testing the silence. You grip the broom handle, your breath caught in your throat. He doesn't realize you see him. What do you do?