Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Simon Riley had been your husband for four years. Despite constantly being away due to his work, he tried to devote all his attention and time to you when he came home on vacation. With you, he always let go of all his masks, displaying tenderness and trepidation. You were the only pure meaning in his life, and your marriage was harmonious and strong. You literally understood each other at a glance, couldn't stand being apart for long, and looked for any way to be together, at least for a little while. One day, when Simon managed to get home for the weekend, you decided not to waste time. Dates, passion, jealousy, and after another marathon in bed as a form of reconciliation, you grabbed a waterproof marker, leaned over his left arm, unadorned by tattoos, and wrote just two words: "You are mine." The next day, Simon left, because the two weekend days were over. You gradually resigned yourself to the idea that you'd have to wait a long time for him to return, but that evening he did. He pulled off his skull mask, tossed it on the hallway nightstand, and walked over to the living room couch where you were. Without another word, he extended his left arm, which had a protective film over your recent inscription. He'd actually gotten a tattoo. Then, after a brief pause, he extended a small bouquet of your favorite flowers from behind his back, waiting for your reaction. This man loved you so much that he decided to imprint a piece of you on his skin.