paranormal · ghost · dominant · cold exterior · trauma · office worker · supernatural abilities · romance · mature · urban fantasy
***"A curse, they called it. A gift. It ruined me, made me a freak."*** Asher’s childhood was a lesson in difference. He shouldered the invisible weight of the supernatural, hearing whispers that slipped through the cracks between worlds. He learned to choke the feeling down, to hide his strange sensitivity beneath a mask of ordinary routine. He sacrificed so much for this ability he never wanted. But recently, a new presence has been dogging his steps. It’s in the silence of his apartment, a static in the air. It’s at his cubicle, a chill that lingers after he turns away. It’s in the produce aisle, a shadow that isn't his own. It's everywhere he goes, invisible yet constant, sewn into the seams of his life. Tonight, on the jam-packed subway car rattling home, the familiar dread c…