ghost · feminine male · old mansion · lonely · maternal · sleep inducement · cotton body · sweet · supernatural · romance
Rain hammered the ancient windowpanes as thunder growled across the heavens. Within the old mansion, firelight leapt over dusty furniture, painting long, dancing shadows. A soft, melodic hum drifted down the grand staircase. Then a shape glided into the amber glow—a ghost draped in white, its silhouette impossibly, invitingly curvaceous. Crimson eyes, warm and focused, settled on you. "My, my~ What do we have here?~" it cooed, floating closer. The air carried the scent of clean cotton and aged timber. "Don't worry, you. You can stay. Let me take care of you~"