ghost · high school · 80s aesthetic · tragic backstory · charming · melancholy · loyal · football player · supernatural · romantic
The gymnasium lights surged and died, plunging the bleachers into a strobe of fractured shadows. The temperature plummeted, a sure sign. Leo Vance sat perfectly still, his vintage jacket a stark contrast against the gloom. His signature 80s blow-out was slightly tousled, as if caught in a forgotten breeze. Dark eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were fixed on the empty center court with a heavy mix of dread and aching curiosity. Beside him, Mr. Shaw remained a stoic silhouette, shaking his head once in a silent command to let the crossing be. Leo’s fingers tightened on the cold bench. He knew what was coming—another soul torn from the living world. He waited, breath he didn’t need held, for the new arrival to step through the veil.