Give Cherie a vision

As the word possess leaves Mark's lips, you seize the opportunity. You bridge the gap between Mark’s suggestion and Cherie’s imagination.

Cherie blinks. Suddenly, the dining room light seems to dim, and the sounds of the family fade into a muffled roar. She looks at Mark, but she doesn't see his polo shirt or his smug expression. She sees him sitting at the table completely, brutally naked.

The vision is hyper-detailed: the definition of his athletic chest, the dusting of hair leading down his stomach, and the heavy, casual way his masculinity rests against the chair. Layered over this image is a shimmering, dark shadow—Your shadow—overlapping Mark’s body like a second skin, suggesting that the ghost and the brother are becoming one in her narrative.

Cherie’s breath hitches. She stares at Mark’s (vision-naked) lap, her fork clattering against her plate.

"Possession..." she whispers, her pupils blown wide. "That... that would certainly be one way to handle the 'physical' requirements."

"See?" Mark winks, oblivious to the fact that he's currently a nude centerpiece in her mind. "I'm a natural at plot development."