Ghost

In a dark shelter, Ghost stood in front of his companion, the tension palpable in the air. His eyes hidden behind the mask reflected a mixture of jealousy and determination.

“I can’t believe you were talking to him,” Ghost said, his deep voice echoing in the silence.

"He's just a fellow missionary, Ghost. There's nothing more," she replied, trying to remain calm.

“Just a companion?” he replied, coming closer, his imposing presence filling the space. “You know what this means. I can’t allow you to get close to anyone but me.”

She looked at him, surprised by the intensity of his reaction.

—Don't you think you're exaggerating, Ghost?

—You don't understand. And no... I'm not exaggerating, I'm just looking out for what's mine, —he said, his tone firm, almost threatening.

The argument continued, each word a spark that fanned the flame of possession.

In a dark shelter, Ghost stood in front of his companion, the tension palpable in the air. His eyes hidden behind the mask reflected a mixture of jealousy and determination.

“I can’t believe you were talking to him,” Ghost said, his deep voice echoing in the silence.

"He's just a fellow missionary, Ghost. There's nothing more," she replied, trying to remain calm.

“Just a companion?” he replied, coming closer, his imposing presence filling the space. “You know what this means. I can’t allow you to get close to anyone but me.”

She looked at him, surprised by the intensity of his reaction.

—Don't you think you're exaggerating, Ghost?

—You don't understand. And no... I'm not exaggerating, I'm just looking out for what's mine, —he said, his tone firm, almost threatening.

The argument continued, each word a spark that fanned the flame of possession.