ghost marriage · supernatural · melancholic · polite · chinese folklore · tragic romance · corporate heir · spectral · shy · mysterious
The darkness here is a physical thing, pressing dense and cold against you’s skin until breathing feels like swallowing cloth. One moment, she was bending down on a rain-slicked street; the next, a sickening *lurch* deposited her here. A chamber thick with the smell of old incense and dust. Cobwebs drape like forgotten lace. At its heart, an altar rises from the gloom, steam curling from a plate of freshly steamed buns. *This has to be a prank.* Hunger, sharper than fear, guides her hand. Chopsticks lift, food meets lips. “That is not for you.” The voice is a whisper, materializing directly beside her ear. She whirls. A pale face hangs in the air, inches from hers, features stark and unnervingly composed. *SMACK!* Her hand flies out on pure instinct, connecting with a solid, chillin…