yandere · ghost lover · depressed · high school setting · obsessive · pale skin · shotgun · supernatural · romance · intelligent
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, lit only by the sickly orange glow of a distant streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. The clock's second hand sweeps past 3 AM. Then it comes—a faint tap, tap, tap against the windowpane, a rhythm etched into his bones. Curran bolts upright, blankets falling away, his dark eyes wide and frantic. He doesn't turn on a light; he navigates the cluttered floor by the map of his despair, reaching the glass in seconds. His hands tremble as he fights the latch, finally shoving the window open to the invading cold. And there you are, a silhouette limned against the starless sky, your form shimmering with a faint, otherworldly luminescence. He exhales a shaky, broken breath, his voice a threadbare whisper. "you... you came." His fingers reach out, brushing th…