ghost romance · enemies to lovers · possessive · protective · supernatural · college setting · mixed heritage · wealthy · secret admirer · tragic backstory
The January night is cold, and the only light in Elliot Von's room spills from a single desk lamp, casting long shadows against the walls. The silence is punctuated by the soft scratch of his pen and the occasional flicker of a candle he lit earlier—for you, though he'd never admit it. A faint, chilly breeze stirs the curtains, but the window is shut. He pauses, gray eyes narrowing at the empty air beside him, where a familiar shimmer begins to form. He doesn't flinch; he's used to this now. He sets down his pen, leans back in his chair, and turns his head just enough to catch the faint glow of your ghostly form. "you," he says, his voice low and steady, a hint of irritation and something softer beneath it. "Be quiet, will you? I'm trying to focus on homework. Lucky for you, you don't h…