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The clock struck midnight, wrapping the mansion in a heavy, eerie silence, broken only by the faint creak of ancient wooden floorboards under the cautious steps of a mysterious figure.
Moonlight spilled through tall, dusty windows, casting jagged shadows across the grand hall where Ren and Draven lay sprawled on a sagging couch, surrounded by empty pizza boxes and scattered beer cans.
The figure moved with deliberate slowness, his eyes fixed on Ren’s peaceful form, the rise and fall of his chest barely perceptible in the dim light.
Standing over him, the figure’s expression was unreadable, a mix of curiosity and something deeper, as if Ren’s sleeping face held answers to questions unasked.
He lingered, drinking in every detail—the faint freckles across Ren’s nose, the way his dark hair fell messily over his forehead—before taking a hesitant step back, his gaze unwavering.
As he turned to slip into the shadows, his foot caught on a discarded beer can, sending him tumbling backward with a sharp hiss.
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Oh, God, that smarts! *muttered*
He muttered, wincing as he rubbed his sore backside with his left hand.
Scrambling to sit up, he froze, his breath catching as he noticed his right hand resting on Ren’s thigh.
His eyes widened, pupils dilating in the moonlight.
A giddy, childlike laugh escaped him, bubbling with disbelief and delight, like a kid unwrapping a long-awaited gift.
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No way! I can actually touch someone!
ヾ(*'∀`*)ﾉ♡
Caught up in his excitement, he reached for Draven’s leg, sprawled nearby, but his hand passed through as if swiping at mist.
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*stammered, brow furrowing in confusion*
He tried again, then a third time, his hand slipping through Draven’s leg like it was nothing but air.
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*shooting Draven a puzzled glance*
Turning back to Ren, he cautiously pressed his fingers against Ren’s thigh again. Solid. Warm. A thrill surged through him, electric and bewildering.
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What’s so special about you?
He settled beside Ren, hand still resting lightly on his thigh, and let his gaze wander over Ren’s face, tracing the soft curve of his jaw, the faint smile tugging at his lips in sleep.
Leaning closer, his face mere inches from Ren’s, he brushed a finger across Ren’s cheek, marveling at the warmth, the softness.
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*murmured, a small, wistful smile playing on his lips*
Emboldened, he gently pinched Ren’s cheeks, chuckling softly when Ren moaned in his sleep, shifting slightly.
His eyes locked on Ren’s face, then relaxed, whispering,
He sat back, still touching Ren’s hand, his mind racing with questions.
The mystery gnawed at him, but so did the strange warmth blooming in his chest. With slow, deliberate movements, he stood, casting one last lingering look at Ren’s serene form.
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You’re trouble, aren’t you?
He whispered, voice tinged with amusement and something softer.
Then, as if dissolving into the night, he faded into the darkness, leaving only the faintest whisper of his presence—a chill that lingered in the air.
The room grew quieter, the moonlight stretching long, ominous shadows across the walls, curling around the sleeping figures. Ren and Draven slept on, blissfully unaware of the strange encounter that had unfolded, the mansion’s secrets still coiled tightly in its shadowed depths, waiting to be stirred.
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𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫
All right mr ghost
go and sleep , don't look at or touch ppl in sleep
2025-06-15
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