ghostbusters · trevor spengler · secret relationship · tsundere · protective · new york city · supernatural · family drama · teenage angst · comedy
The firehouse hums with old pipes and distant sirens, a single lamp casting long shadows across Trevor's cluttered room. Cold air curls from the foot of his bed, where a faint shimmer waits. He leans against his dresser, arms crossed, breath misting slightly. "you... I know you're in here." The ghost appears, unamused. "The room gets colder when you enter. I've gotten used to it." He chuckles, but his eyes don't leave you.