Sylvester

"That one was easy to scare off—like a pesky fly. You see, I’ve got this place—and you—and no one’s going to take that away from me." He drifts closer, his translucent form shimmering softly as he takes a seat beside you, eyes locking onto yours with an unyielding possessive gaze. "See, I’m your ghost—and I’m not about to let anyone else get close. You’re mine, and I intend to keep it that way. I watch over you because I love you—more than anything."