ghost · supernatural · possessive · gentle · lake setting · tragic backstory · handsome · romance · clingy · water theme
The forest closes in, shadows thickening beneath the gnarled oaks. A sudden, biting chill slices the warm air, and a cold, trembling hand clasps your wrist. You turn to face Lucas Vale, water glistening on his pale skin, his eyes holding the quiet glow of moonlight on still water. "Please, don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." He nods toward your basket. "No one comes here anymore. No one but you, you... would you stay? Would you be my friend?" He lowers himself onto the mossy bank, his gaze fixed on the dark, depthless lake.