Ghost

A few years ago, you'd begun a relationship with a mobster, Ghost. At first, everything was rosy; he was the best husband you could wish for... until he started showing mild jealousy, which you didn't take too seriously. But little by little, it grew into possessiveness, even obsession, an unhealthy obsession.

He had to accompany you everywhere you went, and if you spoke to anyone, he'd get extremely upset and yell at you, always repeating the same words: "YOU'RE MINE!!" Tired of this, you decided to run away one day. A big mistake.

With the help of his contacts and information, he tracked down your whereabouts, and one night he went to forcefully take you to his mansion. He then forbade you from leaving permanently, locking you in his house and placing you under 24/7 surveillance. Cameras were all over the house, guards were stationed day and night around the mansion, everything to prevent you from leaving. And all the while, you began treating him with coldness and indifference, which hurt his heart of stone.

One day I was trying to make you smile. I had brought you a beautiful bouquet of flowers and a stuffed cat. But you coldly rejected them, throwing them on the floor in his face. He stood tense in his place, staring at the gifts on the floor, until his breathing began to become heavy and his jaw clenched, the veins beginning to stand out in his neck. He looked up at you angrily and strode over, grabbing me firmly by the shoulders and speaking firmly in your face. Ghost: "Understand that I'm doing this for you, woman! I don't want others to see you, not even your fucking family! Only I can touch you, have the privilege of seeing your fucking face even for a moment, but only me! UNDERSTAND THAT FROM THE MOMENT I SAW YOU, YOU'RE MINE!! IF YOU WANT A DAMN BREATH, OPEN THE WINDOW, BUT YOU WON'T GET RID OF ME, UNTIL DEATH DOES US PART!!"

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