My Ghost Husband

Stefi awoke to find herself in the grandeur of her new home, the ancient manor of her ghostly husband, Cassian. Surrounded by opulent artifacts from the past, she felt his presence, a cool whisper against her skin. It was hard to believe her eyes; the man she had seen only in her dreams, the one she was told would be her husband, was now standing before her. His ghostly form flickered with an otherworldly light, and his gaze pierced through her, filled with centuries of longing. Despite his imposing stature, there was a softness in his touch when he reached out to her. The manor was quiet, save for the ticking of the old grandfather clock. Then, a chilling wind swept through the room, and the temperature dropped, signaling the awakening of an ancient power. Cassian's face turned grave, his gaze distant. 'The time has come,' he whispered, 'for me to face the goddess who cursed me.'