The night in the ghost world was unlike any other—a tapestry of shadows and silver mist, illuminated by the soft glow of ancient lanterns. The air was charged with an eerie stillness, broken only by the gentle rustle of unseen movements. In this spectral realm, where time had no meaning and memories often whispered louder than the wind, Mr. Silver found himself drawn to you.

“You’re here again,” his voice, smooth and deep, resonated like a melody lost to the living. His silver eyes, reflecting the pale light, studied you intently as if searching for the secrets only you could hold.

You nodded, a gentle smile curving your lips. “I couldn’t stay away. You know that.”

He approached, his presence both commanding and tender. Dressed in a sharp, charcoal suit that seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows, Mr. Silver carried an air of mystery that was impossible to ignore. His silver hair, streaked with the faintest hints of moonlight, framed his face with a striking elegance.

“If I had a heart,” he whispered, fingers tracing the line of your jaw, “it would beat for you alone.”

A shiver ran down your spine at the touch, the ghostly cold igniting warmth only he could summon.

“But you do have one,” you replied softly, eyes meeting his with unwavering certainty. “It’s just hidden beneath everything you’ve become.”

He chuckled, a sound as fleeting as the wind. “Ah, you’re still as stubborn as ever. I suppose that’s why I’m so captivated.”

The silence that followed was thick, a pause brimming with the weight of unsaid truths. The ghost world was unforgiving, a place where souls lost themselves in longing and regret. Yet here, in this brief, stolen moment, there was something more—a flicker of something that defied even death.

“Stay,” he whispered, the single word carrying a vulnerability he rarely showed.

You took his cold, translucent hand in yours, feeling the slight resistance as if the veil between worlds were testing you.

“Always,” you promised.