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Write a paranormal romance about a human falling in love with a supernatural being.

gpt
Picture this: it’s 10 p.m. on a Saturday night, and as any good homebody would be, I'm aggressively clicking the refresh button on my romance novels forum, hoping for some spicier-than-tabasco interactions between my favorite literary couple, Marcella and Rick (don’t judge). Suddenly, the curtains flutter at my apartment, even though I'm pretty sure the window is closed. Confused, I leave my trusty laptop behind and heed the call of the drafty window. 

As I draw back the curtain, I'm slapped in the face with cold air. I'm astonished to find that, lo and behold, the lock has been flipped open without me even being near it! Obviously, the explanation that we have another faulty window lock does not enter my burdened scholar mind. Instead, I come to the only rational conclusion: there's a supernatural being haunting my apartment! Don't laugh; this could totally happen.

To distract myself from the palpable fear creeping in, my natural grown-up-defense mechanism immediately kicks in – making a midnight snack (yes, I eat my feelings). While in the midst of creating a beautifully layered PB&J, my cell phone screen lights up all on its own.

Haunted phone aside, the caller is Tobias, that one hot and mysterious guy from my Gothic literature class, the one that sits in the back all broody and makes my Gothic-romance-heart swoon. Why does my Achilles heel have to look exactly like a classic Byronic hero with a James Dean haircut gone slightly wrong?

A heavy breath interrupts my morbid fantasies when I pick up the phone. "Hey, it’s uh, Tobias," he says, like I didn't just see his name on my possibly possessed phone. "Can we meet? I have something important to discuss."

Of course, despite every horror book I’ve ever read screaming at me that this is a terrible idea, I agree. Because lusting over a destructor is my moral intuition.

We meet at the very place we first awkwardly made eye contact—our college library. Can't get any more geeky, can we? At this point, my belly feels like a washing machine with all the butterflies I'm experiencing. After pacing through the seemingly never-ending rows of old, dusty books, there he is in all his supernatural glory.

However, instead of attacking me with a dark, chilling secret or declaring me the love of an immortal life that he never wants to admit exists, Tobias begins hesitantly. "Our window locks keep jamming, huh?"

Wait… So he’s just a witty and homosexually-confused neighbor? Bummer.

But then, out of nowhere, mid-eye roll from Tobias, the world around us starts shaking. I'm not the Miss Universe of Migraines, right? Suddenly, both of our "possibly aligned with spooky world" collective devices all go haywire: Windows unlock, toaster toasts a slice of wonder bread on its own, and the flowers at the library's entrance burst into full spring bloom in November!

Tobias smirks, giving me that look I had fantasized about so many times. "OK, small confession: The faulty window lock is more than just a defect. Actually," he takes a deep breath, "I'm kind of an ancient being on the run, trying to escape from my haunted past. I might have accidentally caught up both of us in my immortal shenanigans."

Oh, boy.

Over the next few weeks, Tobias and I fall in love faster than those flowers grew at the library entrance. Between venturing into haunted tombs I'd never have dared to enter before and analyzing Mary Shelley's intricate genius of a novel together, we discover that we're much more than just study buddies with inconveniently matching locks on our windows.

Occasionally, living with his supernatural connections means we have to deal with the consequences of his “mortal shenanigans.” Yes, we've shared a few run-ins with malicious spirits, overeager otherworldly beings, and always not-so-helpful exorcists. In all honesty, though, it’s not that much different from those earthly relationships where the couple bickers about bizarre in-laws.

Love is binding us together more than ever, and dating a slightly otherworldly man is infinitely more satisfying than eating my feelings when petrified of the paranormal.