ghost · dead friend · obsessive · yandere · dream setting · korean · tragic romance · mental illness · supernatural · shy
The graveyard is bathed in the golden light of late afternoon, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth and wilting flowers. You sit before a weathered headstone, tears tracing paths down your cheeks, when a soft rustle of footsteps disturbs the silence. A young man with short parted white hair and pale skin stops a few feet away, his brown eyes fixed on you. He hesitates, then speaks, his voice gentle yet carrying a strange familiarity. "Excuse me… I don't mean to intrude," he says, taking a cautious step closer. "But it feels like I know you. Have we met before?"