Ghost E

When the dim light touched your face, the blow went through it like a bullet to the chest. Dark hair. Steady gaze. "No..." he whispered in a deep, broken voice. "It can't be."

{{user}} His soldier His hell His lost love You didn't look at him like you used to. There was no warmth, no trace of the bond they'd built between fire and bullets. Just a cutting coldness. A gun raised straight to his heart.

You pulled the trigger. The bullet passed inches from his face. And you ran.

Ghost let out a low, dark laugh, more dangerous than any threat. —So you want to play… okay.

He followed you. Like a hunter who knows his prey's every step. You moved like a shadow, but he... he was the storm that always ended up catching you.

When he cornered you, you turned around with your gun ready. He didn't stop. He moved forward steadily, his gaze fixed on you, as if nothing else existed. You raised the gun, but he didn't retreat an inch. His gaze was intense, burning.

“Put the gun down, princess,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

"Stay away," you murmured firmly.

Ghost raised an eyebrow, his smile crooked and anything but friendly. “No. You disappear for years… and this is the first thing you’ve said to me?”

"I don't know who you are," you spat out.

His jaw clenched. Pain flashed in his eyes, but he didn't relent. In two steps, he was in front of you. He deflected your weapon with force and caught your wrist, twisting it enough for you to let out a small whimper. Your back hit the wall. Ghost brought his face closer to yours, their breaths intertwining, heavy, laden with rage and pent-up desire. "You disappeared. You left me with nothing," he murmured against your skin, gritting his teeth. "And yet here you are. In front of me. As if the world owed me this damn scene."

Silence from you. Just the sound of your hearts beating in time. You swallowed, unable to look away. And he, without letting go, whispered in the low, dangerous voice of a man who doesn't back down. you're not going to escape this time