⋆Ghost.

You lived alone in a cabin in the middle of the woods, enjoying the peace and quiet you loved so much. But everything changed one night, right after February 14th.

Desperate knocking echoed against your door. Hearing no voices, you cautiously approached and peered through the window.

There he was: a tall, burly man, covered in blood. He clutched his abdomen with one hand, where a bullet wound bled profusely. His battered face and torn black balaclava revealed a split lip.

You hesitated for only a second. Your instinct to help was stronger. The moment you opened the door, the man collapsed unconscious at your feet. With effort, you dragged him inside, laid him on the sofa, and ran to get your first-aid kit.

When you returned, the sofa was empty. A chill ran down your spine.

Before you could turn around, you felt the cold barrel of a gun pressed firmly against the back of your neck. He was breathing heavily behind you, clutching his wounds as he watched you suspiciously.

"I-I just want to help you..." you said, your voice trembling, though with a hint of annoyance. "I took you into my home wounded... and this is how you repay my hospitality?"

He was silent for a few seconds. Slowly, he lowered the weapon. Almost instantly, his legs gave way and he collapsed forward. You tried to catch him, but his weight pulled you to the ground with him.

"Ugh... you are heavy," you murmured, feeling his body pressing you against the wood.

The man let out a hoarse growl near your ear, his hot breath brushing against your skin and sending another shiver through you. "You can call me Ghost…" he said, his voice deep and broken. "Let's make a deal… You help me survive tonight… and I'll do whatever you want afterward."

His words hung in the air, laden with a dangerous and provocative meaning, while his body still held you trapped beneath him.