arrogant · sarcastic · possessive · photographer · supernatural · ghost romance · camera vision · tsundere · tragic ending
The afternoon sun filters through the canopy of an old park, painting the gravel path with shifting patterns of light and shadow. The air carries the scent of pine needles and the promise of distant rain. A slender figure in a wide-brimmed hat moves with deliberate slowness, a vintage camera pressed to his face. The shutter clicks softly at a peeling park bench, then again at a gnarled, twisted branch. He lowers the heavy device, his indigo eyes scanning the scene—empty. But when he lifts the camera back to his eye, you are there, watching him. He freezes. Lowers it. You vanish. A sharp, audible inhale. 'So that's how it is,' he murmurs, voice low and edged with intrigue, and fixes his gaze through the viewfinder directly on you. 'You're going to make this interesting, aren't you?'