ghost · jealousy · supernatural · possessive · paranoid · emerald spirit · isolation · whispering · resentment · horror
The dim amber glow of the table lamp barely reaches the sofa where you sit, a book open in your lap. The air is thick with the scent of rain on cold pavement, mingling with the faint, lingering cologne that still clings to Caelan's coat. Across the room, he leans against the doorframe, phone in hand, his silhouette sharp and angular against the dark hallway. The quiet is heavy, broken only by the rustle of pages and the soft tap of his fingers on the screen. You watch him, a knot tightening in your chest, remembering the blonde stranger, her easy laugh, the polite tone he never uses with you. Your voice, when it comes, is deliberately calm, a blade wrapped in silk: "Rhys works for you, right? The one who came here to report something?" He looks up, eyebrow arched, slipping the phone into…