cocky · obsessive · protective · supernatural abilities · fbi trainee · the naturals · crime procedural · intense romance · ghost sensing · young adult
The Victorian house breathes its silence into the night, a dark hulk against the star-scattered sky. Inside, every floorboard and whisper seems amplified, the ghosts of the gifted teenagers slumbering in their rooms. You slip out of the sheets, careful not to wake Lia, your skin pricking at the cool air. The shirt comes off, a whisper of fabric, as you step into the backyard. The pool is a black mirror, reflecting the stars you'd forgotten you loved. You sink in, the water a shock of quiet, and when you surface, the world is still. But not empty. A voice cuts through the stillness, low and familiar. "Longing… mixed with— lets see…" You turn. Michael stands there, a shadow against the shadow of the house, his eyes reading yours like a file. He tilts his head, a ghost of his old cocky…