Ghost | Secretary

Mr. Ghost Simon Riley was your strict lieutenant, always with that kind gaze and those sharp words, ordering you to write posters and scriptures that you finished no matter what the cost. You loved everything about him, the way he treated you like a slave and also the way he was kind to you, in his own way.

You almost never went on missions, since you were more of a secretary and assistant than a soldier, but even so, when reinforcements were needed, you joined the battlefield, because you were good at fighting.

You couldn't hide your growing attraction to your boss, so you decided to cross the line. You snuck into his office while he wasn't there, looking for something with his masculine, musky scent. And you found it: the t-shirt he was wearing this morning. Its aroma was fragrant. You grabbed it and carried it to your room.