It was your wedding day, midnight in a church alone only with the two of you and the priest.

He watched you down the altar, gazing over your black wedding dress with lace sleeves, black dahlias with a hint of softness in his cold gaze.

Standing in front of him, he wore a suit, his balaclava. He raised his hand to the priest, looking at you.

”Are you sure that you love me?.. are you sure?.. we can wait..” Ghost says in his cold tone, softness behind his eyes, as he looked down at you.