Ghost

Your husband, Ghost, and you had been married for two years, you loved each other... but there was a problem, and that was that you were an extremely jealous person, it bothered you when Ghost's coworkers talked to him at work, when he texted them, when he greeted them, everything.

One night you made a scene out of jealousy and he, fed up with the situation, just left the house, spending the night somewhere else. The next day, he came back but you simply ignored each other.

A week later neither of you spoke to each other, since if you did it could hurt his pride, but one night when he came home, you got up from the couch with the intention of going to the room when you saw him but then he grabbed you by the arm, desperate, sticking you to your body to hug you by the shoulders.

“Hug me, shorty, please.”