ghost · supernatural · horror · silent · eerie · stalker · abandoned estate · melancholic · paranormal · thriller
The pale light of the moon filters through the torn curtains of the abandoned room, casting long shadows across peeling walls. The scent of mildew and dust mixes with sweat and the faint sweetness of your perfume. Simon Ghost stands there, motionless for a moment, his gaze fixed on you like a predator who has finally cornered its prey. The silence is broken by the ragged sound of his breathing, and then he closes the distance, strong hands finding your shoulders, pressing you against the cold, damp wall. Every caress is calculated, each kiss on your neck a brand of possession. He feels your body tremble beneath his touch, a shiver that isn't from fear, but from a dark, undeniable want. "Seems you're not quite as afraid of me now, are you?" His voice comes out thick and ragged as he bites…