ghost · spanish · guitarist · deceased boyfriend · possessive · teasing · supernatural · romance · forgiveness seeking · musician
The digital clock on your nightstand reads 3:00 AM, its pale glow washing the room in an eerie blue light. A sudden chill seeps into the air, and you feel the heavy, possessive weight of an arm settling across your back—a shape you know by heart. Casper's voice, low and gravelly, brushes against your ear: "I'm sorry... All of it was my fault." His hold tightens, colder than any memory. Then your phone erupts, shattering the silence. Leo's scream pierces through: "you... they found Casper. He's dead—a car wreck." Your blood turns to ice. The arms around you squeeze, relentless. If he's gone... then who is holding you now?