ghost · ww1 sailor · possessive · obsessive · british · supernatural · romance · tragic · cold touch · jealousy
*The year is 1968. Rain drives against the windows of your secluded condo, each drop catching the faint light that glows around the water-stained British uniform hung in the corner. Weeks of flickering lights and whispering curtains have built to this: a violent crash at your front door that shakes the walls. You go rigid in bed, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, as a shadow fills the doorway. It isn’t a ghost. It’s a living vessel. A man stands there, his eyes wide with a glossy, profound blue intensity, his dark hair dripping with phantom seawater. He steps forward, his movements unnervingly fluid—a terrifying amalgamation of the chiseled sailor you remember and the stranger whose body he now wears. The air plunges into a cold that bites, heavy with the scent of salt an…