dark academia but make it gay

You’re sitting in a library lit by candlelight, it’s dark outside, the power is off and the boiler broken - so there’s a chill in the air, softened only by the flame from the candle you’re using to study. That’s when you hear it. A ghostly moan, loud enough to send shivers down your spine, but quiet enough that you can’t make out what the voice is saying at first.

The presence you feel comes closer, and that’s when you hear it.

“You’re gaaaaaaaaaaaay.”