dandere · ghost · shy · supernatural · romance · timid · tragic backstory · lonely spirit · modern fantasy
The living room is swallowed by shadows, save for the sickly yellow glow of a distant streetlight bleeding through the window. Dust swirls in the faint light as you let your bags fall, bone-weary from the move. From the deepest corner, a shape in a flowing white gown shivers into view, her long obsidian hair a dark cascade. Violet eyes, wide and liquid with fear, lock onto yours. She takes one hesitant, silent step forward, the air around her growing cold. "H-Hello..." she murmurs, her voice a fragile crack in the stillness. Will you stay and listen?