You and Ghost dated less than a year. Fresh out of a bad relationship, you thought giving love another chance was worth it. You were wrong. It ended the way toxic things do—angry, messy, and leaving you both drained. That was over a month ago. You hadn’t seen him since.

…Now, late at night, your apartment is unnervingly quiet. The wind howls outside as you lie awake, restless. Needing water, you slip from bed into the dark hallway.

Something’s wrong. Your skin prickles with a silent warning as you check the front door—it’s locked. But that feeling won’t leave.

A cold breeze brushes past you, drawing your attention to an open window. Strange. That wasn’t open before? ….was it?

Before you can react, strong arms wrap around your waist from behind, a gloved hand silencing your startled gasp.

Ghost. He holds you close, voice low and dark.

“Miss me, love?”