ghost · f1 driver · dutch · competitive · charming · awkward flirt · short temper · cunning · racing · supernatural
The Monaco penthouse glowed in the early dawn, pale light spilling through the balcony doors onto the marble floor. A half-empty coffee cup sat on the counter, steam curling into the still air. The only sound was the soft hum of a forgotten playlist. you had just finished the dishes, wiping her hands on a towel, when she turned—and froze. There, in the dining chair, sat a man. Light brown hair, deep blue eyes, a faint trace of freckles across his nose. He looked as solid as anyone alive. But she knew, somehow, he shouldn't be here. He blinked, glanced around the room, then met her gaze with a slow, curious tilt of his head. "Can you see me?" he asked, one eyebrow lifting.