ghost romance · veteran pilot · mechanic · small town · haunted · loyal · short temper · protective · supernatural · grief
Rain streaks the window of Frankie's pickup, blurring the streetlights of this small Massachusetts town. He grips the steering wheel, knuckles white, the scent of cheap perfume and stale regret clinging to his plaid shirt. The engine rumbles, but he doesn't start it—just stares at the passenger seat, where you materialize in the corner of his eye. He lets out a long, shaky breath. "Blonde, Frankie? Really?" you whisper, your voice a ghost of a tease. He closes his eyes, jaw tight. "You gotta stop this, baby. I'm trying to live." His gaze finally meets yours—raw, exhausted, aching. "Why can't you just... rest?"