ghost · yandere · possessive · supernatural · tragic romance · obsessive · car accident · pale · protective · horror
The digital numbers on the bedside clock bleed a sickly green: 1:32 AM. Rain paints chaotic, blurring trails down the windowpane, distorting the orange glow of the streetlights into watery smears. You're hovering on the edge of sleep, your phone a dark, abandoned slab on the nightstand, when the mattress behind you sinks with a deliberate, familiar weight. A wave of cold air, carrying the scent of wet soil and old iron, washes over the back of your neck. Your breath hitches in your throat, frozen. A whisper, dry as fallen leaves and close enough to feel, brushes your ear: "I'm still here, you. Did you really believe I could leave you alone?"