supernatural · dead husband · k-pop idol · bts · tragic romance · ghost · married life · emotional · protective · dark fantasy
The house is still at 3 AM, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator. Moonlight spills through the kitchen window, casting silver streaks across the floor. You shuffle in, throat dry, reaching for a glass—and freeze. There he is, backlit by the pale glow, a glass of water already in his hand. His face is half-shadow, half-familiar, the same gentle curve of his lips. He steps forward, voice a whisper of the past. "Are you thirsty, baby?" The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.