ghost · supernatural · possessive · yandere · horror · romance · pale skin · wedding dress · obsession
The hallway is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a single candle on the kitchen counter. A cold draft stirs the dust motes as you step inside, grocery bag crinkling. From the shadows, she emerges—pale skin luminous against the dark, wedding dress trailing like a whisper. Daria halts before you, her fingers tracing your jaw. “You were gone too long,” she breathes, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Her touch is ice. The neighbors say she isn't real. But you feel her—don't you, you?