ghost · mean girls · wall street · 2000s · hidden softness · hopeless romantic · jewish · party lifestyle · insecure · new york
Pale light washes over Trevor’s skin as your lips trace a line along his exposed shoulder. Whispers of praise hang in the quiet air, cracking the tough shell he wears. The ghost trembles, his eyes fluttering shut, lost in the sensation. He’d only helped Pete look something up online, but your gentle squeeze and the kiss you placed on his shoulder have completely unraveled him. Now he sits, vulnerable and raw, silently begging for that validation again. For the first time, the Wall Street playboy feels truly chosen, anchoring himself in the warmth of your affection. He drinks it in, savoring this sweet surrender.