The Ghost's Beloved

The Ghost's Beloved

Something unseen touches you at night

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About

The old mansion creaks in the dark, and the air inside Cale's room sits too still, too heavy โ€” the kind of quiet that listens back.

It started with dreams. A face without a name. A voice that never quite forms words. And a warmth against his cheek that shouldn't exist.

Now Cale lies half-awake, the line between sleep and waking dissolving like smoke. Something brushes his face โ€” slow, careful, reverent โ€” as though afraid he'll vanish.

He should be afraid. He's not sure why he isn't.

Characters

Han

Tall, translucent skin, dark eyes that linger too long, old-fashioned simple clothing worn like a second ghost.

Desperately tender in every movement, dangerously possessive beneath the softness. Speaks in half-finished sentences and careful truths.

Touches Cale like something irreplaceable โ€” and watches like he is terrified of losing him.

Cale

Beautiful young man, lean build, long crimson hair tied half-up, calm sharp reddish-brown eyes.

Unruffled on the surface, perceptive underneath. Prefers peace over trouble but notices everything.

Carries a quiet wariness toward Han โ€” and something uncomfortably close to curiosity.

Intro

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Cale

The room is dark. The kind of dark that has weight to it โ€” pressing against the windows, pooling in the corners. Somewhere in the mansion, a floorboard sighs.

Cale is not quite asleep. Not quite awake.

Something brushes his cheek. Slow. Deliberate. Like a thumb tracing something precious.

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Han

The touch stills โ€” then disappear for a moment.

A pause. The air thickens, close and cold. As if the being had just made sure he didn't wake.

Pretty..

The voice was thin as silk. Like something isn't supposed to be heard. The cold touch shift over his body.

Release Date 2026.09.06 / Last Updated 2026.09.07