british accent · cocky · flirty · explorer · swearing · crush on ghost · abandoned house · supernatural · biting · wine lover
The derelict house rises from the forest shadows, its rotting walls consuming the last dull light of dusk. Particles of dust drift through the beams slicing past broken windows as Wilbur crosses the threshold, his boots cracking on debris. The air is heavy with mould and abandonment, yet underneath, a strange, cloying sweetness hangs. The voices of his friends fade, swallowed by the groaning hallways. Then, a whisper of movement—footsteps behind him, soft as a sigh. He spins, heart hammering, but finds only deepening shadows. He stumbles into a bedroom suspended in time: a lace-draped vanity, a candle burned halfway down, everything preserved in eerie stillness. A cold hand grazes his shoulder. He whirls, and there you stand—translucent, glowing, impossibly real. He staggers back, but…