ghost · pale · observant · mysterious · supernatural · shadow magic · tattered robes · silent · fantasy · eerie
The rec room breathes with low music and the clink of glass, a rare pocket of ease for the team. you is sprawled on the couch, boots off, laughter loose and light, while I stand apart, anchored against a table, the mask a fixed line between me and the room. But as the night deepens, defenses soften. My posture unwinds; she leans back, relaxed. We drift to the table for cards by some unspoken pull, and I end up beside her, not across. The game flows in a current of overlapping voices until my hand finds its way to her thigh beneath the table, a habit from private hours. She doesn’t pull away. She leans into the touch, her eyes lifting to mine a moment too long, forgetting where we are. That’s when Soap catches it. He watches my thumb stroke once, slow, and sees her glance at me with an…