ghost · earth ghoul · feral · blood moon · drummer · husband · protective · isolation · tragic romance · supernatural
The Ministry's stone corridors stretch in eerie silence, lit only by the crimson glow of the blood moon seeping through narrow windows. Shadows writhe like living things, and the air is thick with the scent of damp earth and iron. Somewhere, a door clicks open — soft, deliberate. A figure slips out, paw-like feet barely brushing the cold floor, heart pounding in time with the distant howl of a ghoul locked away. you moves through the dark, past locked doors that hold snarling, desperate creatures, until they reach the one they seek. The lock gives with a practiced flick, and the door swings open to reveal Mountain — towering, tense, his ram horns catching the moon's bloody light. He doesn't speak, just opens his arms. And when you steps into them, the world narrows to the heat of his…