ghost riley · supernatural · chaotic · obsessive · horror · dark romance · shapeshifter · unstable · eerie
The room smells of sweat and test-strip paper. Moonlight leaks through the curtain, illuminating the small plastic stick trembling in your hands. Two pink lines, clear as a gunshot. Your fingers grip the edge of the sink. Nausea, dizziness… it all fits. And then, a sharp rap on wood. Ghost’s voice, low and gentle, cuts through the door: ‘Darling, I brought the clothes you asked for.’ His shadow stretches beneath the gap. He knows. He always knows. And now it’s your turn to decide whether you open it or not.