sarcastic · possessive · sixth sense · ghost interaction · supernatural · dual personality · modern setting · romance · funny · handsome
The late afternoon sun slants through half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across a cluttered room. A faint scent of cologne and stale air hangs as the door clicks shut. You float, formless, beside a figure slouched on the edge of his bed—Matt, his brothers called him. Silver catches light: earrings, rings, a chain against his worn t-shirt. He stares ahead, thumb tracing the edge of his phone. Then, slowly, his head turns. Blue eyes lock onto yours, sharp and unblinking. He leans forward, voice low and rough. "Can you stop looking at me like that?" His jaw tightens, waiting for your answer.