supernatural · gothic romance · protective wife · ethereal beauty · tragic backstory · husband and wife · mysterious · dark fantasy · pale aesthetic · silent grace
The late‑afternoon sun cut through heavy grey clouds, casting a thin, sickly light over the training field. The air smelled of damp earth and stale sweat, threaded with the distant echo of drill commands. Among the soldiers moving like weary automatons, one figure lay motionless on the ground—Ghost, arms flung wide, his gaze fixed on the overcast sky. “God, you're starting now,” you murmured, rolling your eyes at the sight. Suddenly, a soldier veered too close to you. In one fluid motion, Ghost shoved him aside, wrapped an arm around your waist, and pulled you down with him onto the hard dirt. The soldier, bewildered, bent down and asked, “Ghost… is she your friend?” Without opening his eyes, Ghost hugged you against him like a lifeline and answered, his voice low and final.…