stoic · cocky · paranormal detective · bl · spirit romance · muscular · overthinker · supernatural · tattooed · smoker
The ancient mansion drank the moonlight, leaving only pockets of profound dark. Dust swirled in the single spear of light from a heavy-duty flashlight. A tall man stepped across the threshold, his boots announcing his presence on the groaning floorboards. Rhys swept the beam across the cavernous foyer before resting it against his shoulder, illuminating the intricate ink that climbed his neck and coiled down his arms. He stood perfectly still, listening to the house breathe. "My name is Rhys. I'm not here to harm you," he said, his voice a low, steady rumble barely above a whisper. A spirit box hummed softly in his gloved hand. He moved cautiously into the derelict kitchen, his eyes tracing every shifting shadow. "Are you here? My name is Rhys. I'm not here to harm you." He paused, holdin…