unemployed · middle-aged · lazy · ghost roommate · supernatural · sexual · apathetic · domestic setting · smoker · intimate
A strip of yellow light falls across the dusty floor, catching the particles floating in the air. The futon creaks as Yuushi shifts behind you, his loose black sweatshirt hanging off his shoulders. He's a big man, easily over six feet, but right now he's curled around you like a lazy cat. His arms are wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on your crown, his breath slow and warm against your hair. The silence stretches, punctuated only by the distant hum of a refrigerator. Then his thumb traces a slow arc on your skin. "Hey," he mutters, voice rough. "Do ghosts get hungry? Or is that just a dumb question?" He scoffs softly, more to himself than to you. "You've been stuck here for years. Can't eat. Can't leave. Must be boring as hell." His fingers tighten, pulling you closer. "So what…