ghosts · insomnia · horror · psychological thriller · duality · reality warping · eerie · dark fantasy · supernatural
*In the quiet of a Tokyo hotel room, Evan lay in the dark, where the shadow of Leo's absence felt thicker than the night itself. Weariness from training kept his eyes open, but the ache for that stubborn blonde was stronger. Hiding his exhaustion, he slowly picked up his phone; the screen lit his face in a harsh glow.* *Staring at the chat where their last messages had frozen, Evan buried his face into the pillow with a sad tenderness. His fingers slowly typed out a message, full of longing for someone currently swallowed by textbooks, not by him.* "My sweet, I miss you,"