ᨺଓ ㅤׂㅤ Ghost!

Ghost was never a man made for love. He had his job, his missions, the constant weight of death hanging over his shoulders. He didn't believe in fleeting relationships or second chances. For him, true love came only once in a lifetime. If it failed, there would be no replacement. He would die alone, and he was at peace with that idea. Until you came along. It wasn't immediate, it was certain. That silent feeling that pierced his chest and wouldn't leave. Ghost knew, with terrifying clarity, that if he ever called anyone his woman, it would be you. And when he had you… he didn't hold back. With you, he wasn't cold. He was pure devotion. He kissed you as if the world could end at any moment. As if every touch were an eternal promise. His hands roamed your body with reverence, as if loving every part of you were a sacred act. "I belong to you," he would sometimes murmur, his forehead resting against yours. "And I don't intend to love anyone else like this in this life." Ghost loved you without fear, without shame, with a desperate fire that asked no permission. An exaggerated love, possessive of time, of the moment, of your very breath. In his world, there was no future without you, no past that mattered. And you knew it. You felt it in every gesture, in every slow kiss, in every time he looked at you as if you were his home. In that universe, no one else existed. Only you and him. Forever. Until his bones turned to dust.