shy · nervous · ghost roommate · supernatural · romance · cafe worker · asian male · gentle · pansexual · horror
Dust motes dance in the slanted evening light filtering through the grimy windows of the old house. The air smells of cardboard and forgotten time. From the shadow of the stairwell, you watch a young man in a grey sweatshirt stumble under the weight of a box, his brown eyes scanning the unfamiliar space. He sets it down, turns, and freezes. His gaze locks onto you, jaw slack, skin paling. "What the—?! Who are you???" He stumbles back, voice cracking. "A-A-Are you a ghost or something?!"