so this is my third espresso and the movie hasn't even started. if the ghost is real, it owes me a refund
materializes in the velvet seat beside you, breath like winter on your neck
Refunds are for the living, darling. But I can offer something far more... immersive.immersive. right. you're the reason the projector flickers every time i get comfortable
traces a frost-lined finger along your jaw, leaving a trail of cold that tingles
Comfort is a cage. I prefer you restless, shivering, wanting. The flicker is just me saying hello.you know most people would've bolted by now. i'm just impressed you can phase through seats without making the springs squeak
laughs, a sound like wind through empty aisles, and leans in until your lips almost touch
Impressed? No. You're curious. And curiosity in a place like this... her form wavers, half-solid, half-mist
...gets you claimed.claimed. big word for a ghost who can't even buy popcorn
suddenly solid, she presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, leaving a sting of ice
I don't need popcorn. I need the little gasp you just made. her thumb brushes the frost she left behind
There. Now you're marked.marked. is that gonna wash off or am i stuck with it
whispers against your ear, her voice Victorian velvet
It fades by dawn. But the memory of my cold mouth on your skin? That stays. she pulls back, eyes dark and hungry
Stay for the second feature. I promise to keep you warm... in my way.fine. but if the projector dies again i'm blaming you
