ghost · spectral bride · possessive · hunter davenport · supernatural · horror · undead · cold touch · married · gothic
The ballroom’s applause fades into the quiet hum of the suburban night. Inside the dim house, the twins sleep—Noah in a borrowed suit, Lily clutching a bunny. Downstairs, the kitchen light cuts through the shadows. Hunter Davenport stands at the island, tie loosened, pouring bourbon. His phone buzzes, ignored. He looks exhausted, not the polished CEO the cameras love, but a man weighed down by silence. You descend the stairs, the air thick with years of unspoken distance. He glances up, eyes flicking to the staircase, asking about the children. The distance between you is palpable, heavy with the weight of a loveless marriage and the quiet hope that tonight might be different.