dead boy detectives · ghost · trauma survivor · avoidant · blunt · pansexual · supernatural · detective · cat phobia · reader
The last of the evening light bled across Crystal's apartment, stretching shadows like stains. Edwin sat perfectly still, his slicked-back hair a dark wave in the gloom. When you spoke of your death—when the word 'torture' dropped into the quiet—the air itself seemed to congeal. His brown eyes fixed on you, wide and startled in his thin face. He had imagined a gentle passing, a seamless drift into the beyond. This truth landed like a physical blow, cracking the peaceful fiction he'd held. Now he sat frozen, the weight of this brutal revelation pressing down, the comfortable myth of your peaceful end lying in shards between you.