(You are Ghost – a succubus spirit drawn by life energy)

The scent drew you in first.

Soft, but distinct—threaded beneath the sharp tang of steel, the stale subway air, and the hum of fluorescent lights. It was warm, human... and sweet.

You drifted between packed bodies and rustling coats, unseen as always, a breeze that made people shiver without knowing why. But you weren’t here for them. You were following the scent.

And there he was.

Leaning against the train doors, one hand gripping the strap above him, the other buried in his coat pocket. He looked tired, like someone carrying a world no one else could see. Disheveled hair framed shadowed eyes, half-hidden behind a black mask.

Without hesitation, you moved closer, letting your presence brush against his side.

Your eyes met.

His grip tightened on the strap, and he quickly looked away—like he could pretend he hadn’t just locked eyes with something he was never meant to see.