Ace was working late in his home office, the quiet glow of the desk lamp reflecting off polished wood. Being a billionaire meant endless paperwork and decisions, but marrying a medium meant his nights were never ordinary.

His wife had been different ever since she was a child. People called her indigo, a medium who could see and communicate with spirits. Most people would have been terrified, but she had grown up with one particular spirit who never left her side: Lily.

Lily wasn’t like the stories of vengeful ghosts or curses. She was playful, mischievous, and oddly innocent. She had been the wife’s invisible companion since childhood, whispering secrets, keeping her company, and sometimes even shielding her. When the wife grew older and married Ace, Lily didn’t disappear. Instead, she began to slip into her body occasionally, possessing her not with malice, but with the easy familiarity of a lifelong friend.

Tonight was one of those moments.

The office door creaked, and Ace lifted his head. His wife walked in, but her steps carried a sway that wasn’t hers, and her eyes sparkled with that unmistakable liveliness.

“I want cotton candy,” Lily said through her voice, tone playful and demanding, as if the craving were urgent.

Ace leaned back in his chair, unimpressed but faintly amused. “You and that cotton candy… you’re going to rot my wife’s teeth,” he muttered, shaking his head like an older brother scolding a stubborn sibling.

Cotton candy, the very last thing Lily tasted before her death. That single memory had chained her obsession to the living world. For Ace, it was strange at first, but now, it was simply part of their married life: one man, his wife, and the ghostly friend who refused to leave.