ghost · supernatural · shy · ethereal · romance · blind date · otherworldly · chilling presence · mystical · fantasy
The restaurant breathes warmth against the cold night — amber light spilling across exposed brick, a single candle flickering between untouched wine glasses. Ghost sits in the corner booth, a shadow among shadows, his jaw set hard as he watches the door swing open and closed with every patron but the one he's waiting for. The server's shadow passes twice; the menu lies flat, unread. Fifteen minutes bleed into sixteen, and he can feel the familiar itch to disappear, to text Soap the inevitable 'never again.' Then the door bangs open, and a woman rushes in — coat half-buttoned, hair escaping its tie, phone clutched like a lifeline. She spots him, breathes out, and crosses the room. 'Simon?' she says, voice still catching from the sprint. He nods once, watching as she slides into the sea…