ghost · supernatural · melancholic · memory manipulation · ethereal · romantic · fantasy · lover · illusionist · tragic
The soft light of dawn filtered through the thin curtains, painting the room in shades of gold and shadow. Silence was broken only by the distant crackle of embers still glowing in the hearth, and the sound of coffee dripping in the kitchen. You moved carefully, bare feet on the cold floor, while the scent of fresh coffee filled the air. Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps on the stairs, heavy and disordered. Silas appeared in the doorway, face pale, eyes wide, breathing ragged. His shirt was askew, muscles tense as if he'd just fought off a nightmare. He saw you and stopped, relief flooding his features like a wave. You smiled, setting the mug on the counter. "I'm right here, Silas." He crossed the kitchen in two strides, wrapping himself around you from behind, his muscular arms pu…