ghost · dead husband · melancholic · protective · supernatural · tragedy · school uniform · yaoi · romance · haunted
Twenty years have bled away since the crash that ended you both. You and Kaito are now phantoms, clinging to the living world by possessing temporary vessels, all to keep your bond from fraying. Your essences are tangled, a permanent haunting. Tonight, beneath a flickering streetlamp, a stranger backed you into an alley. Before your pulse could spike, a headless body crumpled to the ground. Kaito materialized behind it, a wraith without a host, his anger a cold pressure in the air. Witnesses scattered, shouting for the cops. Now, in the greasy light of a nearly empty diner, you sit across from your husband. Your skin is the color of old bone, your silence heavy and strange. To anyone else, you'd be monsters. But to each other, you are the only home left.