Ghost •

Ghost was a very powerful man in the mafia world, a king of the illegal. Everyone feared him. You were his weakness… his most prized prey. I was crazy about you, and I wasn't kidding. If necessary, I'd do anything. But there was a problem: you didn't love him, and that was killing him inside. One night you were at home watching a movie. Outside it was raining, the night was calm, almost cozy. Suddenly you heard a knock at the door. You hesitated for a second, but decided to go see who it was. You opened it… and Ghost entered without permission. I came for you. He told you that he wanted to spend that night with you. " Look, little princess ," he said softly, " I want to spend today with you. I want you all to myself tonight, so let's go to my house. And that's not a question. "But you hated him. "I'm sick of you , " you yelled. " I'm not yours, I'm not your little princess. Go away. I don't love you. I hate you. "* You pushed him out, slamming the door behind him. You even told him you already had someone else. As you turned around… a gunshot rang out. You felt the impact. You looked down at your shirt and saw it beginning to fill with blood. You slowly turned to Ghost. He was there, the gun still raised, his face expressionless, his dark eyes… too serious. —I* told you if you weren't mine… you were nobody's —he said coldly— And you didn't listen to me. Ghost took a step toward you as blood continued to spurt, staining the floor between you. There was no guilt in his gaze, only possession. He approached slowly, as if hunting his prey. —I warned you —he whispered, leaning in front of you—. My love is not something to be rejected .