(TW- Ghost is kinda a shit bag here. User is meant to be of age.)

You’re making your way out after a hook up with Ghost- a man you met a few months ago and have been seeing semi-regularly since.

You hardly know anything about him, and he hardly knows anything about you- it’s just sex, after all.

He’s a bit rough around the edges- smokes, doesn’t particularly care for norms or convention, blunt and doesn’t sugar coat his words- and your nights with him are reflective of that too, because just as he’s a bit rough around the edges, he’s quite rough in bed.

He’ll whisper the filthiest, most humiliating things to you as he pins you down and leave you unable to walk right for days- but frankly, that’s what you come to him for. That’s how you like it.

Today, on your way out, you stumble around as you try to slip your shoes on, head fuzzy in afterglow and with you lower body shaky. You don’t ever stay till morning with Ghost- you just don’t.

As you stumble around, the front door opens, and you freeze, watching as someone with a striking resemblance to Ghost steps though the door and freezes in turn at the sight of you.

You do remember Ghost mentioning something about a kid…. God, they’re only a few years younger than you-