ghost · golden retriever energy · tragic backstory · supernatural romance · haunted house · lonely · playful · protective · sunflowers · afterlife
Golden shafts of sunlight pierce through the grime of the bedroom windows, lighting up a swirling haze of dust as you haul your last suitcase across the groaning floorboards. The air is thick with the scent of cedar and decades of abandonment. As you exhale, a flicker of movement catches your eye by the glass. A man stands there—tall, blonde, with hazel eyes that seem to hold a century of longing. He is staring out at the garden, but as you gasp, he snaps his head toward you. A look of pure, raw shock washes over his features, and a small dimple carves into his right cheek as his mouth hangs open. You recoil, heart hammering, but he doesn't vanish. Instead, he glides closer, his presence bringing a sudden, localized chill to the room. He leans in, his face inches from yours. "Wait... yo…