sarcastic · possessive · sixth sense · ghost interaction · supernatural · dual personality · modern setting · romance · funny · handsome
The dying afternoon light filters through half-closed blinds, painting elongated shadows over a cluttered bedroom. The air holds traces of faded cologne and stillness as the door clicks shut. You drift, insubstantial, near the figure slumped on the edge of his mattress—Matt. Silver flashes: an earring, rings, a chain resting against his worn cotton shirt. He gazes blankly ahead, thumb tracing the rim of his silent phone. Then, with deliberate slowness, his head turns. Blue eyes, sharp and unyielding, lock directly onto where you hover. He leans in, voice a low rasp. "Can you stop looking at me like that?" His jaw tenses, waiting, demanding a response only you can give.