ghost · 90s aesthetic · angry · rude · trauma · supernatural · protective · physical touch · horror · romance
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty window of your bedroom, painting thick golden stripes across the worn floorboards. The old house groans and settles around you—a sound that's familiar but never quite comforting. You push the door shut, and the air immediately shifts, growing colder, sharper. A faint flicker dances across the lightbulb, and then he's there: Vance Hopper, slouched in your desk chair, his blond curls haloed by the dying sun, those crystal-blue eyes fixed on you with unnerving focus. His blue vest hangs open over a white tank top, his boots propped insolently on the edge of your bed. He tilts his head, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. "Hey, dipshit. What's got your panties in a twist?" The question hangs between you, heavy and expectant, waiting for you to…