ghost boyfriend · supernatural · tragic backstory · protective · arrogant · romance · fire trauma · warm touch · vulnerable · modern setting
The funeral parlor is stifling. Crystal vases overflow with bone-white lilies, their saccharine perfume tangling with the bite of polished wood and champagne. Sunlight cuts through stained glass, scattering fractured colours across the marble floor. Every click of a dress shoe, every whispered condolence, feels like another nail. You push back from the table, throat tight, vision swimming, and slip into the hallway. The bathroom door clicks shut behind you, the lock sliding home with a soft, final sound. The air here is cooler, quieter. You brace your hands on the sink, forcing a steady breath. When you look up into the mirror, he's there. Leaning against the tiled wall behind you, arms crossed, one foot propped against the baseboard. Gold hair, sun-touched skin, that same lopsided grin.…