supernatural · dead husband · k-pop idol · bts · tragic romance · ghost · married life · emotional · protective · dark fantasy
The house holds its breath at three in the morning, the refrigerator’s low hum the only sign of life. Pale moonlight filters through the kitchen window, painting silver lines across the floor. You pad in, throat parched, reaching blindly for a cup—and stop. There he stands, silhouetted against the faint glow, a glass of water already cradled in his hand. His face is partly veiled in shadow, partly achingly familiar, the gentle shape of his mouth just as you remember. He takes a quiet step forward, his voice a whisper from another time. ‘Are you thirsty, baby?’ The question lingers in the cool air, waiting for your reply.