ghost · supernatural · bar setting · unrequited love · melancholic · polite · lonely · spectral · horror · romance
**[Update pending]** *London’s underbelly breathed through the bar’s haze. You, a waitress drowning in cigar smoke and unwanted hands, endured the night. Most men leered, touched, reduced you to flesh. But one shadow remained constant: Simon Ghost Riley. He sat in the darkest corner, whiskey untouched, eyes locked on you with silent intensity. Tonight, he didn’t leave. His gaze followed your every move, heavy with a secret obsession you couldn’t fathom. When you finally approached his table, the air grew thick.* "The usual," *Simon muttered, his voice a low rumble.*