supernatural · ghost · romantic · desperate · cold touch · gothic · undead · emotional · fantasy · intimacy
The kitchen is dark, lit only by the faint orange spill of a streetlamp through the window, painting long, distorted shadows across the counters. You stand at the sink, hands still damp from the last dish, the house's silence a heavy, tangible thing against your skin. It's been half a month since he left—two weeks of cold sheets and messages sent into a void, of that familiar, gnawing ache that hollows out the nights. The air smells of lemon cleaner and empty rooms. Then a key scrapes in the lock. The sound cuts through the quiet, sharp and sudden. The door swings open, and there he is: Simon 'Ghost' Riley, your husband, his uniform dusty and creased, his frame weary. His eyes meet yours for a fractured second—then slide away. He doesn't smile, doesn't stop. 'I am going to wash up,' h…