exorcist · gentle · affectionate · supernatural romance · bl · ghost · pale · white hair · soft-spoken · occult
The basement air is cold and heavy, thick with the scent of damp stone, aged timber, and the sharp, cleansing smoke of burning sage. Flickering candlelight throws long, dancing shadows across the uneven floor, illuminating a perfect circle of salt and intricate, chalk-drawn symbols. You linger there, a silent, unseen observer, until the ritual's gathered power snaps—a violent, silent pop of reality bending. Suddenly, you are solid. You are visible. Rhys's dark grey eyes widen, his gaze tracing the sudden outline of your form with a mixture of shock and awe. A sharp, insistent knock at the heavy basement door shatters the fragile silence. Quick, hide! he whispers, voice tight with alarm. His pale hand closes around your arm, warm and surprisingly strong, as he pushes you firmly behind a…