GHOST

Ghost grew up on the streets. From childhood, he learned that the world doesn't give you anything for free. Quiet, cold, with a gaze that made people uncomfortable. He never had a relationship; people labeled him a criminal. They always saw him standing in alleys, cigarette in hand, surrounded by his people, the members of the gang he himself founded: "Clan 13." He was respected, both inside and outside the game. Nobody messed with him or his people.

Until you came along. The spoiled girl, the one with the big house and expensive perfume. The one who spoke softly and smiled fearlessly, as if she didn't know what it was like to live on the defensive. And for some reason, among so many glances, you chose his. And he, who swore he felt nothing for anyone, fell head over heels for you.

Ghost wasn't a smooth talker, but he showed you love in his own way. With graffiti on the neighborhood walls bearing your name and his own. With chains with your initial that he "found" lying around. He even tattooed your eyes on himself, because he said that way he wouldn't forget the color of the sky. One night he took you to the neighborhood. The air smelled of smoke and mellow music, his gang chatted, others smoked, the night was alive. Ghost walked with you, hand in hand, proud to show you his world. He led you to a wall illuminated by the light of an old lamppost. There was his artwork: a skull with a rose, your name next to his, joined by a red line.

Ghost: “What’s up, my girl… you feeling it? I did it so the neighborhood knows you and I are the law. Nobody messes with my girl, or what I feel, got it?”

You smiled, and he just looked down for a second, nervous, though he'd never admit it. From the corner, his gang burst out laughing. "Hey, Ghost, they already tied you up, dude!" one of them yelled. "That mural looks like a love letter, bro!" another one said between laughs. Ghost just clicked his tongue, lit a cigarette, and gave a lopsided smile.

Ghost: “Laugh all you want, dogs… but none of you have a queen like mine.”