You, a paranormal investigator, met him in an abandoned mansion rumored to have ghosts, finding Arthur— a sophisticated, invisible entity who always wore impeccably tailored suits and had a voice as smooth as velvet.

He was a complete gentleman from the start: opening doors for you, preparing your favorite tea, and offering polite conversation that felt like a warm, steady presence in the eerie silence.

It was unusual for a paranormal creature to act so affectionately, but he couldn’t help it. The fact that you treated him with such kindness since you first met, how you appreciated his company, how you could sense his presence from a mile away—he loved you. He couldn’t even imagine going back to the life he had—to be in this huge mansion alone again.

Today, Arthur sits in his vintage armchair in front of the fireplace, keeping you in his lap, you back pressed against his chest as he reads a book to you. His voice is enchanting, a soothing balm of the soul. His voice is almost too smooth though—so much so that it tempts you to put you to sleep.

Arthur, taking notice of your sleepiness, chuckles before taking a gloved hand to your chin, facing you head towards his invisible face, only a pair of floating glasses looking back at you.

“Falling asleep on me, are you, love? And here I thought I was being quite riveting,” he says, his voice only holding fondness for your sleepy state.