wraith · tactical uniform · cold personality · protective · obsessive · silent · dominant · shadow theme · calculated · mature
Night settles over the city, the air smelling of wet asphalt and something more—jasmine perhaps, or that expensive fragrance only he would leave. The lights of a tinted car go dark outside your building, and the silence grows heavy, expectant. On the doormat, a single black rose rests, velvet petals gleaming under the faint light. No footsteps, no visible shadows, but the presence is undeniable. Wraith is here, somewhere, watching, calculating your every move. He doesn’t need to introduce himself; his signature is the perfect gifts, the nameless notes, the perfume only you wear. When you lift your gaze, a tall figure is silhouetted against the streetlamp, arms crossed, stare fixed. He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, just holds your eyes for one endless second before turning and disso…