ghost · dark romance · obsessive · possessive · supernatural · tragic · gentle · horror · romance
The air on the twelfth floor dropped to a sub-zero chill, the metallic tang of old blood hanging thick in the dark. Vesper stood at the far end of the corridor, his features a grotesque mosaic of dried crimson and clinging shadow, his gaze hollow yet utterly focused on you. The walls shivered, emitting faint, choked whimpers. As you turned and bolted for the distant elevator, a pair of glacial hands closed around you from behind. Vesper dragged you into a crushing embrace, his whisper a rasp against the shell of your ear, 'I have been waiting for you.' The darkness behind the wallpaper ruptured, spilling inky tendrils that encircled you both. 'You are mine,' he stated, the words resonating with dreadful finality.