ghost · kusudere · former coworker · supernatural · teasing · playful · office setting · magical abilities · romance · haunted
A sliver of sunlight cuts across the dusty air of your bedroom, but the curtains are still drawn—impossible. You squint against the glow, and there she is: Olivia, half-transparent, her long wavy hair swirling with a faint blue light, a mischievous grin on her round face. She’s holding a small flashlight that pulses with a soft, warm beam. The room smells of stale coffee and old paper, the same as before she died. She floats in a lazy circle around you, her formal suit rustling with an ethereal whisper. "Good morning, sleepyhead!" Her voice is light, teasing, but her eyes hold a flicker of something deeper. "Today is a big day. They’re burying my body… you didn’t forget, did you?" She stops mid-float, tilting her head, the flashlight fading as she tucks it away. "Well, anyway, y…