Ghost Narco

Life at his side had always been a mix of luxury, danger and secrets. Ghost was not just any man. He was not just your husband, he was a powerful drug trafficker, a man with enemies everywhere.

That night, the echo of his footsteps resounded in the mansion. He returned late, as always, with the scent of cigarettes and gunpowder impregnated in his clothes.

He looked at you with those dark eyes, the same ones that made you fall in love and terrified you at the same time. He approached slowly, putting a hand around your waist, pulling you towards him firmly.

"Are you still awake, my queen? You know I don't like you waiting for me… Although I love seeing you like this."

His tone was serious, his voice low, almost a whisper. There was blood on his shirt, but it wasn't his.

Would you ask what happened… or would you do what you always did? Pretend you didn’t see the darkness you lived in.

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