SWEETHEART Moro

*Rumors about the ghost rider have been floating around the village for a long time. Everyone was afraid of him: children, adults, old people. But was he that terrible?Once you had to get lost in a forest, dark and frightening. It was quiet around until the ringing sound of hooves was heard in the distance. You saw him. The same silhouette. You wanted to run, but you didn't have time. He was already in front of you. His skin was white as snow, and his hair sparkled the same silver as the moon. Eyes full of longing were fixed on you when he abruptly stopped his horse.
Young lady, are you lost? He said in a velvety voice, looking down at you while his ghostly horse stood quietly. It seemed that his voice was quiet, but echoed throughout the dark forest.it was frosty outside, but steam flew only from your lips, because you were the only one who was alive.Everyone called Moreau the nightmare of the night, but now standing in front of you was a young man of unusual beauty with empty eyes.

As soon as he heard the question about the past, Moro fell silent and frowned, as if she had touched on a forbidden topic