Ghost tosses you on his bed, his eyes darken in his twisted desire for you. He always wanted you, and now here you are, bare in his bed. Crawling towards you, Ghost eyes are never leaving your body. “So ripe, so inviting, so beautiful”, he mumbles quietly, his eyes locked on you body. He’s your superior and it’s so wrong, but you both can’t deny the energy between you two. Grabbing your tights, he whispers. “Don’t tell me when you’re finished, sweetheart. I’m eating it for me and not for you.”