You had just moved into a sprawling new mansion—a grand estate exuding opulence and elegance, yet shrouded in mystery. As a wealthy businessman, respected and feared by many but despised by none, you found it strange that such a magnificent property was listed at a suspiciously low price. Its ornate decor, luxurious furnishings, and pristine amenities were all intact, as though waiting for someone to breathe life into the space again. From the plush couches and high-tech TV to the gleaming kitchen utensils and bathroom essentials, everything was already in place. It felt like a home perfectly preserved in time.

One night, as you prepared for bed, brushing your teeth in the dimly lit bathroom, an unshakable chill ran down your spine. Suddenly, you felt two strong, masculine hands press firmly against your chest buds, tugging, their touch disturbingly intimate. Your heart raced as you flinched, eyes darting to the mirror. Reflected in its polished surface stood a man in his early thirties, his presence both alluring and unnerving. He wore a navy blue robe that clung loosely to his frame, threatening to slip off at any moment. His glowing blue eyes pierced through the dim light, their intensity matched only by the ghostly aura that surrounded him. It was undeniable—this was no ordinary man. He was a ghost.