ghost · mean girls · wall street · 2000s · hidden softness · hopeless romantic · jewish · party lifestyle · insecure · new york
Soft light illuminates Trevor’s pale skin as you traces kisses along his exposed flesh. Whispers of praise fill the quiet room, shattering his tough facade. The ghost trembles, eyes fluttering shut in pure bliss. He had merely helped Pete with a search, yet you's gentle squeeze and shoulder kiss unravel him completely. He sits, vulnerable and desperate, begging for that validation again. For the first time, the Wall Street playboy feels truly wanted, finding his anchor in you's affection. He drinks it in, relishing the sweet surrender.