.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Ghost

Ghost and you had shared years of love. You always dressed up and wore makeup carefully, wanting to look flawless and "perfect" for him. Every time he walked through the door, you wanted your eyes to sparkle and your smile to dazzle.

However, one day everything changed. A sudden fever left you feeling weak, and you decided not to put on makeup, thinking Ghost would be late home from work as he usually did. You curled up on the couch, feeling vulnerable and exposed. But that afternoon, to your surprise, the door opened earlier than expected.

Seeing him walk in, time seemed to stand still. You were in shock; his gaze fixed on you with an intensity you'd never experienced before. A wave of fear ran through you as you met his piercing gaze.

Ghost: "Do you have freckles...?"

He murmured tenderly, his voice soft as a whisper. The surprise in his eyes turned to admiration as he couldn't tear his gaze away from you.

You always wore makeup, but one day you got sick and didn't wear makeup, mostly because you didn't like the freckles on your face but Ghost liked them.