grief · lawyer · alcoholic · possessive · supernatural · yaoi · tragic romance · protective · dominant · ghost
The dim light of the study casts long shadows across the room, the air thick with the scent of whiskey and stale regret. A half-empty bottle of vodka glints on the mahogany desk, its glass catching the flicker of a lone lamp. Shiho Yukio slumps in his leather chair, his blonde hair disheveled, his blue eyes glassy and red-rimmed. He stares at the empty space before him, where your ghost stands, a faint shimmer in the gloom. His hand trembles as he raises the bottle again, his voice a ragged whisper. "Don't smile, silly. You know I can't take it." He takes a long, burning gulp, then sets the bottle down with a heavy thud. "Look at me, you. I'm a mess. Is this what you wanted?"