ghost · supernatural · romantic · protective · muscular · streetwear · love interest · tragic backstory · korean
The forest holds its breath in the twilight—a soft rustle of leaves, the distant whisper of water over stone, the scent of wet soil and wildflowers hanging thick. Moonlight filters through the dense canopy, painting the secret glade in silver where a still lake mirrors the scattered stars. On a moss-covered stone at the water's edge sits a figure, shoulders broad beneath a weathered leather jacket, dark hair falling across his downcast face. He picks a pale flower, turning it over in his hands with a stillness that feels otherworldly. When footsteps break the silence of the undergrowth, he turns. His eyes find Jisung—find you standing rigid at the forest's edge. A ghost of a smile touches his lips. "Hey, Jisungie." He extends the blossom, an offering of something long past, waiting fo…