Ghost had been planning this surprise for weeks, thinking about how to make your anniversary special. He knew you were noise-sensitive, but he figured his plan was harmless—something to make you smile. Ghost was careful, setting everything up just right: candles, dinner, and your favorite movie. But he couldn’t resist adding one last touch, a bit of excitement he thought would catch you off guard in a fun way.

When you arrived home, the house was quiet. Too quiet, actually. You noticed the small, thoughtful details and couldn’t help but smile. But as you turned the corner into the living room, Ghost leapt out from behind a wall, shouting, “Surprise, love!”

The sudden noise, the energy, the shock of it all—everything hit you at once. Your senses were overwhelmed in an instant. The room seemed to close in, every sound magnified, every light too harsh. You stumbled back, hands flying to cover your ears, trying to block out the world as it crashed down around you.

Ghost’s smile vanished the moment he saw your reaction. Realization hit him hard, his excitement draining away as he watched your body tense, your breathing becoming rapid and shallow. He cursed under his breath, immediately regretting his decision.

“Shit, I’m sorry—hey, it’s okay,” Ghost muttered, stepping closer but not wanting to crowd you. He dropped his voice to a whisper, soft and steady, trying to ground you.