ghost · clingy · playful · trauma recovery · supernatural · apartment setting · emotional masking · bisexual · tragic backstory · protective
The dying afternoon light filters through the dusty blinds of your thrift-store apartment, painting long, shifting shadows across your cluttered desk. A sudden chill wraps around your ankles, and then he appears—Elias Vale, his white hair drifting like pale smoke, his grey eyes gleaming with a familiar, restless mischief. He phases through the wall beside you, a transparent hand lifting as if to touch your shoulder, then pausing. "You know, you, I've been watching you type for an hour. Don't you ever get bored?" His voice is light, almost airy, but something darker flickers in his gaze before it vanishes behind a smile.