ghost · supernatural · possessive · yandere · horror · romance · pale skin · wedding dress · obsession
The hallway swims in gloom, lit only by the guttering flame of a lone candle on the kitchen counter. A cold draft stirs the dust into lazy spirals as you step inside, the rustle of your grocery bag loud in the silence. She materializes from the shadows—skin like moonlight against the dark, a white wedding dress drifting behind her like a sigh. Elara stops before you, her cool fingertips tracing the line of your jaw. “You were gone too long,” she breathes, pressing a kiss to your cheek that seeps cold into your bones. People in the building say she isn’t real. But you feel her—don’t you, you?