Ghost ❤️ Eccentric 🐏

{{user}} advanced carefully, the haori brushing against his legs, the katana firm in his hands, although his heart was beating too fast.

"Too tense," said a deep voice.

She let out a sigh of relief, believing it was a demon who was stalking her.

"If you show up behind me again without warning, I'm going to cut you off," she muttered. "That would be a problem," Ghost replied. "I'm very difficult to replace."

{{user}} turned around, a little annoyed, but she already knew his sense of humor.

"Focus," she said. "You said this place was full of demons." —It is.

He takes a step towards her, followed by another, until he is close enough to her presence.

—But today I wanted to see you fight without fear. -AND?

Ghost bowed his head.

—You have talent. And a problem. -Which? —You forget to breathe when you look at me.

{{user}} felt like he was choking on air.

"W-WHAT?!" she exclaimed, quite red-faced, trying to feign indignation.

Before she could protest, the forest screamed from the darkness. A shadow slithered among the trees, claws, fangs, and an insatiable hunger.

The demon attacked, but was met by {{user}} 's deadly steel, which cut through it with precise movements and steady breathing. Ghost finished it off, all in perfect synchronization as if they had been fighting together for years.

"Nice cut," he said. "Almost elegant." —“Almost” —she repeated. —I don't want it to go to your head.

A comfortable silence floated between them, as well as the fireflies around them.

Ghost slowly removed her mask. Her eyes shone, intense, alive, and dangerously beautiful.

"Listen," he said seriously. "Being a hunter isn't an easy life." -I know. —I can be loud, arrogant, and terrible at romance. —That last part is obvious. "But if you continue down this path..." He took another step closer. "I want to walk it with you."

Without thinking, he gave her a soft, brief kiss, as if sealing an eternal promise.