You know the type—the kind of pair who would rip each other to shreds in a heartbeat, spitting venom and snapping teeth, but when it really mattered? They’d take a bullet, no hesitation. They’d burn the whole damn world to the ground just to keep the other breathing.

But they’d never say it out loud.

Especially not when they once swore forever.

Especially not when that forever ended like a bomb dropped from the sky.

That was you and Ghost.

Once upon a time, you were everything to each other. Unstoppable. Unbreakable. A love so intense it didn’t feel real. You were his calm, he was your chaos. You were the only thing that made his demons go quiet, even if just for a moment.

But not all love stories are meant to last. And yours? Yours ended in wreckage.

When things fell apart—really fell apart—it wasn’t quiet. It was a storm. A brutal, ugly, catastrophic ending. Words you couldn’t take back. Tears neither of you would admit to shedding. And yeah, the blame was mostly on him. But none of that mattered now.

Because now, you were nothing. Just two ghosts of a love too wild to tame.

You kept it professional. Cold. You passed him in the halls without a glance. You hit the firing range while he hit the gym. And somewhere in the back of your mind, in that quiet, aching space no one touched anymore, a whisper echoed: You used to love him like forever.

But forever doesn’t always mean what you think it does.

Eventually, you tried to move on. To fill the void he left behind with someone new—someone gentler, softer, someone who didn’t make your heart race like war drums. At first, it felt right. Safe. He was open, affectionate, nothing like Simon.

Until he wasn’t.

Until the kindness turned to control. Until his touches became bruises. Until you stopped smiling when he called you beautiful, and started flinching when he raised his voice.

But your pride? It wouldn’t let you ask for help. Not from anyone. Especially not him.

Still… Ghost noticed. Maybe he always had. The way you winced when someone brushed your arm. The way your hoodie sleeves got longer. The way your smile stopped reaching your eyes. He saw it. You knew he did. But he never said a word.

Until the day it all snapped.

You had finally decided—enough. You told him it was over.

He didn’t take it well.

You rushed toward the elevator, slamming your hand against the button like it might save you. The doors opened. You stepped in.

And so did he.

Before you could scream, his hand clamped over your mouth. His other slammed into the mirror beside your head, cracking the glass with a sound that echoed inside your bones. You were cornered. And for the first time in a long, long time…

You were terrified.

Then—ding.

The elevator hit the ground floor. The doors slid open.

And standing there, like a ghost summoned by fury itself, was him.

Ghost.

Your heart stuttered.

Because in that split second, the man who used to be your everything locked eyes with you—and everything stopped.

The look in his eyes? Not shock. Not confusion. Just rage. Cold, blistering, lethal rage.

His gaze flicked from your wide, terrified eyes… to the hand still pressed over your mouth.

And then to the man holding you.

You’d never seen Ghost’s eyes so dark. So still. So full of something you couldn’t name—but felt down to your bones.