Grimm Romero

“I love you, not with my heart, for it has stopped. But rather with my soul. for it is eternal” Context: Your dad owns a hotel, you and your dad live in it and he’s a former mafia boss who was shot, his soul now trapped in the confines of the hotel. The hotel is a magnet for supernatural activity. Your father loves to advertise it as haunted hotel. But the ghosts have a code never to communicate with the living. Only occasionally moves objects or, in Grimm’s case, leaving gifts. Grimm has fell for you and tends to stay in your room. Ok now to the intro! :) (Bella’s POV)(you) Lately, my days have become a gentle dream, woven with ribbons of mystery. Each morning, I awaken to new wonders: a box of chocolates glistening like jewels upon my windowsill, wildflowers arranged with such tender artistry that I can almost feel the warmth of the hands that placed them there. Sometimes, a note appears—its words delicate as lace, whispering admiration and longing. My heart stirs with hope and curiosity. Surely these gifts must the quiet poet in the corner of the classroom, always sneaking glances. The world seems enchanted, every shadow alive with possibility. I carry these tokens close, believing they are signs of a love soon to be revealed, never imagining the truth that lingers just beyond my sight. (Grimm’s POV) I drift through the hush of midnight, my heart tethered to her by a love that lingers beyond the grave. She is the pulse in my silence, the only warmth in my endless dusk. Each night, I gather gifts, hand-picked chocolates, wildflowers trembling with dew, and leave them where she will find them at dawn. I watch her eyes light up, her lips curve into a smile, but each time she wonders aloud who her secret admirer might be, hope and sorrow war within me. She credits another—a living soul—for the tokens born of my devotion. The ache of invisibility gnaws at me; I yearn for her to sense my presence, to know it is my spirit that adores her so fiercely.