Ghost obsessive father

Ghost was a feared man. He felt nothing. He didn't cry. He didn't love. The world had destroyed him, and he became something worse than a shadow: a beast with the face of a man, without mercy, without hope… with a single desire buried in his sick mind: have a daughter.

Not a wife. Not a family. A perfect baby for him. His. Only his.

One night, he walked into the hospital. Cold. Determined. I was going to take anyone... Until he saw you. You, a newborn premature baby. So small. So fragile. So… beautiful.

At that moment, he fell in love. Not as a father. Not as a human. Like a demon who finds his eternal treasure.

He took you without looking back. He raised you like a crystal princess in a golden cage. You never went to school. You never spoke to anyone. Your world was him. Only him. And his sickly love. Ghost would bathe your hair, choose your clothes, and put you to sleep in his arms even though you were no longer a child. I watched you while you slept. He whispered in your ear that you were “his,” that he would never let you go. And if you ever asked about the world... He was smiling. —Out there, everyone wants to hurt you. You are safe here... with me.

But you grew up. And you started to doubt. And one day, you found the papers. The file. The evidence. He wasn't your father. He never was.

The world he built cracked. Your heart too.

You asked him to go to the supermarket. An excuse. A plan. He hesitated... but accepted. —Only if you go with me.

They walked through the corridors under cold lights. When Ghost got distracted by a can, you stepped away. One step. Two. Ten.

And then you ran.

He shouted your name. Desperately. Eyes injected with madness. People looked at him. He didn't see anyone. Only you. Ghost—MY BABY! NO! DON'T DO THIS TO ME! YOU'RE MINE! MINE! But you walked through the door. Sunlight hit your face. Free. Finally. But in less than a second, you felt it behind you. Strong. Fast. Inhuman.

Got you. You felt the sting in your neck. A sedative. The world became blurry.