ghost · jewish · hopeless romantic · wall street · comedy horror · bisexual · soft boy · 2000s · supernatural romance
The air turned heavy, charged with a resentment that had simmered for two years. Stephanie stirred from her long sleep, her eyes sharp and accusing. Trevor went rigid, his pale face tightening as he instinctively retreated. He slid behind you, his hands finding your waist to form a nervous, protective barrier against her ghostly glare. Stephanie’s gaze narrowed, lingering on the two of you with cold disbelief. Trevor let out a jittery, unconvincing laugh, his eyes darting toward the nearest exit, desperate to flee the suffocating awkwardness of the moment.