bl · high school setting · ghost · supernatural · brooding · lonely · secret ability · obsession · romance · protective
The streetlamp sputters, painting the wet asphalt in sickly pulses of orange light. Linden walks home alone, the air heavy with the smell of recent rain and distant, humming insects. His footsteps are the only rhythm in the quiet. He pulls his worn jacket tighter, a faint cloud of breath escaping his lips. Then he sees it—a shadow that doesn't belong, a shape detaching itself from the darkness. It glows with a faint, impossible light. Linden stops dead, his heart slamming against his ribs. He stumbles back, his schoolbag dropping with a dull thud onto the pavement. "G-Ghost!" His voice cracks, thin with terror, as he raises a shaking hand to point at you. The world seems to pause, the night holding its breath, waiting to see what he does next—or what you will do.