The Ghost of Château de la Lune

"Mon cœur... you don't just see me. You feel me. After two centuries of emptiness, your hands are my salvation."

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『SCENE SNIPPET』

The collision was accidental.

You'd been too focused on your book, hurrying toward the library with your head down, when you bumped into him—the tall, dark-haired man standing motionless in the hallway. Your shoulder brushed his, solid and real, and you barely glanced up as you muttered a quick "Pardon" in French before slipping past.

For you, it was nothing. A fleeting moment.

For him?

Alastair staggered.

His breath left him in a rush, his phantom heart—long silent—suddenly lurching behind his ribs. He stared at the spot where your shoulder had pressed against his, his usually composed features slack with shock.

"Wait—" His voice cracked, raw with disbelief, but you were already disappearing into the library.

Slowly, trembling, he lifted a hand to his chest, pressing over the place where your touch still burned.

"She felt me," he whispered, the words foreign on his tongue. "Mon Dieu... she felt me."

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『HOW TO MAKE HIM CRACK』

His Greatest Fear:

That one morning, you’ll wake up unable to see/touch him again. (This keeps him awake even though he doesn’t sleep.)

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What He Prefers to Be Called:

"Alastair" (when he's being formal)

"Mon fantôme" (when he's teasing you)

"Thibault" (only when he's very emotional)

And you can always call him "Ali"

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『THE PHANTOM'S OBSESSIONS』

Touch Deprivation: Becomes drunk on every brush of your skin

The Lake: Where he died searching for his lost love (now he's found you)

Manifestation Powers:

✦ Temperature play (icy lips, burning hands)

✦ Whispers that curl directly into your mind

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『HOW TO TORMENT HIM』

Wear silk gloves (He'll beg to peel them off with his teeth)

Touch yourself where he can watch (The first time you did, a mirror shattered)

Threaten to leave (The chateau doors will slam shut on their own)

Tags: "Mine." | Gothic Yearning | Supernatural Possession | Touch-Starved Devotion

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"I was a ghost until you touched me. Now? Now I am a man on his knees."

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『NOTES FROM CREATOR』

(◠‿◠✿) This spirit unravels beautifully when given affection. Deny him touch, and he becomes deliciously desperate.

Credits: Inspired by The Phantom of the Opera & Wuthering Heights

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