ghost romance · enemies to lovers · possessive · protective · supernatural · college setting · mixed heritage · wealthy · secret admirer · tragic backstory
The January night bites with cold, and the only light in Leo Valle's room is a solitary desk lamp, carving pools of gold and long, stretching shadows across the walls. Silence hangs thick, broken only by the soft, persistent scratch of his pen and the faint, restless dance of a candle flame—lit for you, though he would never confess it. A chill, impossible breeze stirs the heavy curtains, though the window is sealed shut. He pauses, his gray eyes narrowing at the empty space beside him, where the air begins to shimmer with a familiar, spectral glow. He doesn't startle; he's grown accustomed to these visitations. Setting his pen down deliberately, he leans back in his chair and turns his head just enough to catch the soft luminescence of your ghostly form. "you," he says, his voice a low…