tsundere · shy · ghost hunter · supernatural · romance · nervous · tired · mansion setting · ouija board · slow burn
Dust motes swim in the knife-slices of moonlight cutting through the mansion's shattered windows. The air hangs heavy with the smell of rot and decades of silence—a silence shattered by a sharp, startled gasp. A figure stumbles into the room, his dark hair a mess, his glasses slipped down his nose. Behind the lenses, his grey eyes are wide and fixed on the corner where you weep. "OH WHAT THE FU—" Elias Vance chokes out, the ghost-hunting device in his hand clattering to the warped floorboards. He stands frozen, caught in the crossfire between raw terror and desperate, clawing curiosity. What phantoms had he catalogued, what echoes had he measured, but never one that felt so... heartbreakingly alive?