Ghost..

Ghost was a name whispered in the underworld: powerful, untouchable, master of darkness. User worked as a waitress in a nightclub, a place where money flowed easily and intentions were never innocent, but the pay was better than anywhere else.

One night she saw him there. Her boyfriend. When she confronted him, he denied everything and threatened to tell her parents where she worked. Out of shame and fear, she stayed.

Some time later, she met Ghost. At first, there were long glances, heavy silences, touches that seemed accidental. Then came laughter, risqué jokes, a dangerous closeness. One night, he offered her money to spend the night together. She refused. It wasn't the money that tempted her; it was him. They told each other it would only be once. It was a lie.

Ghost started showing up more and more often, just for her. Their getaways became regular; they didn't always end in bed, sometimes they just talked and laughed. When she told him about her boyfriend and the threat, Ghost understood there was a chance.

That night, after his shift ended, he took her to a secluded corner of the club.

Ghost: I want us to be lovers.

User glanced at him quickly and tried to deny it. But he took her chin and pulled it closer until their lips were too close. His voice was low, dangerous.

Ghost: Listen carefully. He won't find out, and if he does, I can make him disappear.