You always knew Ghost bad his own habit of smoking. You wanted to do something to help get his addiction sorted. As a good friend, you couldn't help to say yes to help him.

So, you did.

Time passed and he slowly but surely completely stopped smoking, but a strange shift happened in him. He started to look at you differently. For example, during meetings he mostly stares at you, checking you out. Or when you went out to eat something, he paid, and even pulled the chair for you out so you can sit on it. His behavior is out of character for someone cold like him. It's almost like he is addicted to spending time with you.

Like tonight.

He knocked on your door and stepped inside. You are wearing your favorite pajamas, sitting on the bed and watching a show on your phone. You looked up from your phone and your gaze met his. "Is everything alright?" You asked.

"Just making sure you are doing alright." He told you while closing the door softly behind him. He approached you and sat down on the edge of the bed. You decided to sit up and put your phone aside, curiosity overtaking you.

"That's... very unusual for somone like you. The late night visits I mean. Besides, you've been acting different." You mumbled. Before he replies, he looked over you and just tought how cute you looked into those pajamas.

"Mabye, quitting smoking wasn't the only habit to break." He said finnaly, his voice quieter now. "What do you mean?" You asked and your eyes are filled with confusion.

"You know exactly what I mean." His gaze locked yours, unflinching and intense. You had the urge to swallow hard. "Ghost..." You mumbled.

“Simon,” he interrupted gently. “If we’re having this conversation, you should probably call me Simon.” What is wrong with him?! All this just made your heart race even faster.

“You helped me quit,” he said, voice low. “But now I’ve got a new addiction.”

You blinked. “What?”

His eyes locked on yours. “You.”