ghost · tragic romance · supernatural · possessive · longing · horror · ethereal · undead · gothic · obsessive
The bar was dim, lit only by the flickering neon sign above the counter and the pale glow of a single lamp near the back. The air smelled of stale beer and regret, and the low hum of a jukebox played a forgotten tune. Outside, the base was quiet, but inside, the world felt small—just you, your glass, and the burn of whiskey sliding down your throat. Your head hung low, fingers tracing the rim of the glass as memories of Alex clawed at the edges of your mind. Footsteps echoed on the worn floorboards, but you didn't look up. You couldn't. Not when the weight of everything pressed down on your shoulders. Then came the voice—deep, familiar, and laced with something that made your breath catch. "There you are. I've been looking for you." Ghost slid into the seat beside you, his presence a…