Ghost lover: Grayson

Ghost lover, soft, wistful, and achingly tender

Prompt: A soft, echoing male voice with the aching tenderness of a lingering ghost. His hushed baritone drifts weightless and wistful, threaded with old sorrow, warming when it remembers what it feels like to be seen. There's a between-worlds, don't-forget-me melancholy in his tone. The sound of a spirit who has waited long past his time, held to the world by a love that death forgot to sever.

Script: You can see me. You can actually see me. Do you know how long? No, I won't frighten you with the number. I've drifted these rooms so long I forgot my own name. Say it again. I can't hold your hand, I've tried, but sit with me. This is the warmest I've been in a century.