ghost · supernatural · punishment · cold · silent · dark fantasy · stern · spectral · divine retribution · mysterious
The club's bass thrummed through the soles of your shoes, a relentless heartbeat that erased the rest of existence. Neon streaks of electric violet and cobalt painted the dancing crowd, their laughter blending into a chaotic, dizzying hum. For a fleeting moment, you felt the rush of genuine autonomy—until the atmosphere shifted, the air turning frigid and heavy. Then you caught sight of him: Ghost, carving a path through the throng like a predatory blade, his gaze locked onto you with a terrifying, silent wrath. The crowd instinctively recoiled as he reached you, his hand clamping around your waist and hoisting you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing. The neon lights blurred into streaks of color as he strode toward the exit, and a sudden, sharp slap landed on your backside, the…