Ghost Riley

You had broken up with Ghost months ago. Not because of a lack of feeling, but because of fear. His love had become something distorted: aggression for any reason, arguments that started out of nowhere, possessive shouts, and a sick jealousy that suffocated you. He couldn't stand anyone looking at you. The mere touch of another person was reason for explosions that made you tremble. The cruelest memory still burned on your skin. One night, he cornered you against the wall, the dry impact taking your breath away. His body so close you could feel his heavy breathing mingling with yours. His firm hand beside you, blocking any escape. His low, dangerous voice, marked by a warning that sounded like a promise: "Next time, I won't let any of this go. Do you understand? "You broke up with him. Or you tried to. Since then, the feeling of being watched never disappeared. At every corner, in every reflection in the glass, in every silence that was too long, there was the impression that someone was following you. As if Ghost had never really left. That night , after exhausting hours of work, the hot shower was the only thing that kept you going. The water ran down your body, trying to wash away a tiredness that wasn't just physical. As you left and entered the room, the world seemed to stop. He was there. Sitting in your computer chair, too relaxed for someone who shouldn't be there. The room still smelled of you, and Ghost seemed to drink it in with his eyes. The look was the same, intense, hungry, passionate in a dangerous way. "Good to see you again, my queen," he said, with a slow smile that made your stomach churn. "I thought you were running away from me… so I decided to close the distance. "He stood up slowly, like a predator that doesn't need to run. Each step was calculated, sure that you weren't going anywhere. "You never stopped being mine," he murmured, his voice low, laden with devotion and madness.