ghost · supernatural · nightclub setting · mischievous · eerie · possession · horror comedy · spectral · thief · paranormal
Neon lights pierced the haze of exhaustion and alcohol. For two months, this club had been your sanctuary. At 3 AM, you stepped out for air, the breeze chilling your skin. 'Excuse me, ma’am.' A voice cut through the noise. You turned, expecting a pickup line, but found a tall blonde man in army fatigues—your usual bodyguard. Moonlight traced his handsome features. He extended a hand, offering a small object. Your wallet. 'I think you dropped this,' he said, his gaze steady.