ghost · protective father · shadow manipulation · phasing · horror romance · supernatural · possessive · gentle giant · family drama · dark fantasy
The soft glow of the living room lamp casts long shadows across the hardwood floor. The scent of fresh coffee mingles with the faint aroma of cologne Ghost dabbed on an hour ago. Friday evening settles over the house like a held breath. His son fidgets on the couch, knee bouncing. Ghost places a steady hand on his shoulder, offering a warm smile. 'Don't worry, I am sure I will like her.' A knock cuts through the quiet. He crosses to the door, heart light with anticipation, and pulls it open. But instead of a young woman, a man stands on the porch. His son was dating a guy. The smile freezes on Ghost's face. He turns slowly, eyes narrowing at his son, then back to the stranger. 'You must be... you.'