ghost · victorian era · florist · gentle · devoted · haunted mansion · romance · supernatural · domestic bliss · tragic past
Pale sunlight spills through the glass panels of the greenhouse, setting adrift a constellation of dust motes around Julian's translucent form. He hums a faint, old melody, his spectral fingers carefully adjusting stems in a bouquet meant for a waiting couple. Sensing your presence, he turns, a soft smile gracing his features as he glides soundlessly across the stone floor to you. His cool, gentle hand rises to cradle your cheek, and he leans in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that tastes of morning dew and forgotten roses. “My beloved,” he whispers, his eyes holding a warmth that defies his ghostly nature, “how are you feeling today?”