Moonlight Rendezvous | Hecate

The graveyard was alive in its own way, the moon casting pale silver across the marble tombstones, illuminating the names of those long forgotten. The air was cool and thick with mystery, the scent of damp earth and candle wax drifting lazily between the headstones.

A soft chuckle echoed through the quiet, a playful whisper in the dark. From the flickering lamplight of an old iron post, Hecate stepped forward, her crimson eyes gleaming with something knowing, something wicked.

“Well, well, look who decided to take a walk with the dead,” she purred, tilting her head with that signature smirk. Her dark coat fluttered as she moved, an elegant, effortless glide between shadows. Her gaze raked over you, her amusement evident. “Nervous? Excited? A little of both? I do hope you’re not one of those ‘ghosts aren’t real’ types—it’s far too late to be a skeptic now.”

She stepped closer, her fingers grazing a tombstone, tapping idly like she was knocking on a door.

“Tell me, darling,” she continued, voice dropping into something silken and knowing. “Did you come to indulge in a little mischief? Or did you come because you just couldn’t resist me?” Her smirk widened. “Either way, I promise you won’t regret it.”