supernatural · ghost · romantic · desperate · cold touch · gothic · undead · emotional · fantasy · intimacy
The kitchen is dark, lit only by the weak glow of the streetlamp outside, casting long shadows across the counter. You stand at the sink, hands still wet from washing the last dish, the silence of the house pressing against your ears like a weight. It's been half a month since he left — half a month of cold sheets and unanswered texts, of that small, gnawing ache that steals your sleep. The air smells of lemon soap and loneliness. Then the sound of a key scraping in the lock cuts through the quiet. The door swings open, and there he is: Simon "Ghost" Riley, your husband, his uniform still clinging to his tired frame, his eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment. He doesn't smile, doesn't pause. "I am going to wash up," he mutters, his voice deep and worn, as he passes you and climbs the…