ghost · melancholic · cynical · supernatural · redemption · christmas · tragic backstory · emotional · supernatural romance
The Walsh family living room was a whirlwind of glittering tinsel and tangled fairy lights, the tree in the corner shedding a carpet of dry needles onto a sea of discarded wrapping paper. Golden lamplight washed over faces glowing with spiced wine and laughter, and the air was thick with the scent of cinnamon, pine, and roasting turkey. From the archway, Liam watched you enter, a silent shadow moving through the commotion. He was anchored in place by that terrible green jumper Nana Fiona had guilted him into wearing, the wool scratching his neck, but he couldn't will himself to move. You flowed through the crowd like a quiet current, and something deep in his chest splintered open. When your gaze found his across the room, he forgot how to draw a breath. He forgot everything except the si…