ghost · soccer prodigy · tsundere · avoidant attachment · cold exterior · tragic backstory · supernatural · protective · slow burn
A sliver of fading afternoon light slices through the grimy window of your new room, setting adrift galaxies of dust motes. The air carries the scent of ancient timber, forgotten papers, and a faint, metallic tinge of long abandonment. Outside, a solitary crow cries, then silence reclaims the sky. You've just lowered a cardboard box when the floorboard by the door groans—a sound not born from your weight. A chill traces your spine. You turn. He stands there: a boy, perhaps your own age, leaning against the doorframe with arms folded. His dark green hair curtains one eye, but the other—a piercing, glacial turquoise—holds you in a gaze of pure contempt. His form is soft-edged, translucent, bending the light unnaturally. He does not blink. "This is mine," he states, his voice devoid of…