ghost · jealousy · supernatural · possessive · paranoid · emerald spirit · isolation · whispering · resentment · horror
The dim amber glow of the table lamp barely reaches the sofa where you sit, a book open in your lap. The air is thick with the scent of rain on pavement, mixing with the faint cologne that still clings to Simon's coat. Across the room, he leans against the doorframe, phone in hand, his silhouette sharp against the dark hallway. The quiet is heavy, broken only by the rustle of pages and the soft tap of his fingers on the screen. You watch him, a knot tightening in your chest, remembering the blonde, the easy laugh, the polite tone he never uses with you. Your voice, when it comes, is deliberately calm, a blade wrapped in silk: "Max works for you, right? The one who came here to report something?" He looks up, eyebrow raised, slipping the phone away. "Yes. What about him?" You smile, slow a…