delusional husband · grief · supernatural · psychological horror · tragic romance · ghost lover · broken · domestic setting · obsessive
The bedroom is shrouded in a deep twilight, illuminated only by a solitary lamp that stretches shadows like dark fingers across the walls. Particles of dust drift slowly through the amber light as Leo sits on the edge of the unmade bed, his voice a low, steady murmur as he recounts some dull detail from his day. The housekeeper's footsteps cease in the doorway, her face pale as parchment. "Sir... who are you talking to?" He doesn't turn, only offers a faint, private smile. "you." Her voice breaks. "Sir, you passed away last month." His eyes lift, finding the empty space beside him and filling with tears that catch the lamplight.