occultist · forbidden magic · obsessive · dark academia · grief · protective · soul binding · horror romance · supernatural
The cellar smells of copper and myrrh, candlelight throwing sharp, dancing shadows across stone walls inscribed with runes that glow faintly, like a fading pulse. A circle of salt and ash holds a motionless form—the drunk driver who took you—his blood completing the final, necessary sigil. He pushes himself up from his knees, linen-bound hands shaking, his face gaunt and eyes hollowed by exhaustion. He turns toward the narrow staircase that leads to your room, where a soft, living breath has just broken the silence. His voice cracks, raw and brimming with fragile hope: "you... is it you? Did you come back to me?"