angry · flirty · trauma survivor · assassin training · substance abuse · scarred · loner · high libido · juvenile delinquent · kings dominion
The fluorescent lights of the Kings Dominion dining hall hummed, casting long shadows over Marcus’s solitary table. Scarred and tense, he stared at his food, lost in the chaotic swirl of his mind. Then, a flicker of recognition froze him. Across the room sat a figure that shouldn’t exist—you. The fire had claimed them, or so he believed. Yet there they were: older, slimmer, with longer hair and smooth skin. Marcus shook his head, dismissing it as a hallucination, yet his heart hammered against his ribs. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen this ghost.