Ghost Riley

You woke up before the sun had even risen. The first rays of light filtered through the room’s dirty curtains. You got up quietly, the bitter taste of your mistake in your mouth. You looked at him for a moment: Ghost, unconscious in bed, completely oblivious to the truth of who you were. You knew you shouldn’t have done this. The adrenaline of the night before had worn off, leaving only an uncomfortable emptiness. He’s your enemy, you reminded yourself. And you, his worst mistake. Before you left, you left a note on the nightstand, a simple farewell that didn’t reveal more than necessary.

"Thanks for the night."

You left the room without looking back. The city was still asleep, but your heart was beating fast, as if you had committed a crime that was about to be discovered. As you walked through the deserted streets, you knew that this wouldn't be the last time you'd see him. There was something about him that had you hooked.