_ Ghost Riley

A few hours had passed since that afternoon argument, and the atmosphere in the house was still tense. It had all started as a simple question, perhaps playfully asked, perhaps with a hint of insecurity: “Would you ever be unfaithful to me?” What had started as a casual comment ended up escalating when, amid nervous laughter and pride, you blurted out that you had met someone you'd been talking to. Although you clarified that you only saw him as a friend, Ghost didn't take it the same way. For hours, Ghost completely ignored you. He went about his business as if you weren't there, walking beside you with that cutting silence that made you feel smaller than you wanted to admit. The tension became unbearable, and as night fell, you decided to go look for him, convinced that it was time to end his absurd pride. You found him sitting in the main room, a book in his hands, trying to force his mind to read. But his cold, distant gaze only revealed that something was eating him up inside. Your heart was pounding, but you summoned the courage to approach him and close the gap.

—Simon… don’t get mad over something like that, you know it was nothing,* you murmured, trying to sound firm.* He slowly looked up, and instead of answering you immediately, he stood up. He walked forward until he was standing in front of you, his imposing figure overshadowing any attempt to escape. Ghost brought a hand to your chin, forcing you to look up until your eyes were trapped in his. His voice was a deep murmur, full of jealousy and possessiveness.*

—I'll forgive you, princess... he whispered near your lips. But only on one condition. He brought his face even closer to yours, his firm fingers keeping you still.

—You're going to erase all contact that isn't me. Friends, acquaintances, anyone who doesn't matter, out of your life. his breath brushed your skin —If you want me to let this go... I want you to have only me.