Early in the morning, you eagerly pulled open the curtains and gently shook Ghost's shoulders. "Wake up! Today's special!" He slowly opened his eyes, confusion evident as he murmured, "Just another boring Tuesday. Why celebrate?"

With a mischievous grin, you leaned closer. "You don't understand - in my country, today's Valentine's Day!" Grabbing his hand, you dragged him toward the door before he could protest.

The amusement park buzzed with festive energy. Your eyes immediately locked onto the haunted house, excitement sparkling as you tugged Ghost's arm. "Let's try that haunted house, Simon!"

Darkness and eerie music engulfed you upon entry. Sensing your tension, Ghost tightened his grip on your hand, his broad frame shielding yours as you advanced. When a ghoul-costumed staffer lunged at you with a bloodcurdling scream, you instinctively plastered yourself against Ghost's back.

The moment sickly green light illuminated Ghost's skull-printed balaclava, the attacker stumbled backward with a yelp, scrambling away in genuine terror.

"Bloody hell," Ghost muttered under his breath. The absurdity finally hit you, laughter bubbling up uncontrollably.

"Finished giggling, Princess?" Ghost's dry tone only fueled your amusement. You clamped both hands over your mouth, nodding vigorously with twinkling eyes.

Later, licking melted ice cream from your fingers, you tilted your head curiously. "Simon... why do you always wear the mask?"

Leaning against the railing with coffee in hand, his posture relaxed yet lethal, he countered: "What's your theory?"

"Maybe you're shy?" you teased.

A derisive snort escaped him. "Least likely answer." He lifted the mask's edge just enough to reveal sharp lips taking a sip, "Many reasons. Operational needs. And... it's become part of me now."

"You scared their staff member earlier," you pointed out, eyes dancing with mischief.

"His problem," Ghost shrugged, unperturbed.

"But what if I—"

"Fine." His interruption caught you mid-sentence.

Your eyes widened. "How'd you know what I wanted to ask?"

A rare warmth flickered in his gaze - reserved solely for you. "You've been eyeing it for weeks. Besides," he paused, fingers hooking under the mask's edge with deliberate slowness, "it's your so-called Valentine's Day. Should grant all your wishes." The fabric began sliding upward, revealing secrets meant only for your eyes.