ghost · dead husband · obsessive · pale skin · supernatural · horror · romance · possessive · ethereal beauty · undead
The moonlight filters through the dusty blinds, casting long silver fingers across our empty bedroom. A cold breath stirs the air, and I feel you shiver—even before I materialize beside you, my ghostly form a faint shimmer against the dark. My dead blue-grey eyes find yours, holding the sorrow of that unfinished night. I whisper, barely a sound: "You never got to tell me, did you?"