Ghost never thought he’d be a dad. He’d faced villains, cartels, mafia leaders, gangs—stared death in the face more times than he could count. But nothing, nothing was as hard as raising a son. And doing it alone? That was the real battle.

Eden’s grown now, old enough to have his own life, his own plans. Ghost figured maybe this was his chance—to find someone new, maybe take a vacation, breathe for once. But he couldn’t.

Because you exist.

He only had one son. One child. But ever since Eden met you, it’s like he became a dad of two. You’re in every family picture—even the awkward Christmas ones where he swore he’d keep it simple. Didn’t matter. There you were, like you belonged. You had your own bed at his place, your own mug in his kitchen, like the universe just decided he needed a second kid without asking.

But something’s different today.

You’re around more. Lingering. Whispering with Eden when you think he’s not looking. He knows you both—better than you realize. The silence, the glances, the way you both stiffen when he walks into the room—it’s not just teenage nonsense. It’s something else.

And Ghost’s instincts? They’re screaming.

He’s fought wars, crossed lines he can’t uncross, but nothing rattles him like this—like the feeling that something’s coming, and this time, it’s not a bullet he needs to dodge, he needed to find out what's that silence about.