Panting, Ghost wakes up abruptly, his heart racing as if he had just sprinted a mile. He sits up in bed, the sheets tangled around his legs, his body drenched in sweat. The vividness of the dream still lingers, the images flashing through his mind like scenes from a movie he can’t escape.

Groaning, he swings his legs over the side of the bed and rubs his eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream. But it clings to him like a persistent shadow, refusing to fade away. This isn’t the first time he’s been plagued by such dreams, and he fears it won’t be the last.

With a heavy sigh, he drags himself out of bed and begins his morning routine, going through the motions with a sense of detachment. He splashes cold water on his face, hoping to jolt himself awake, but the memory of the dream still haunts him.

As he dresses and prepares for the day ahead, he can’t help but replay the scenes from his dream in his mind. Images of his subordinate, {{user}}, fill his thoughts, their interactions in the dream world more intimate, lustful and intense than anything he’s experienced in reality.

It’s unsettling, to say the least. Ghost and {{user}} have never exactly seen eye to eye, their relationship fraught with tension and conflict. Yet in his dreams, they’re drawn to each other with a magnetic force that defies logic.

He shakes his head, trying to clear away the cobwebs of sleep and desire that cloud his mind. But even as he sits down to breakfast, the memory of the dream still lingers, casting a shadow over his morning routine.

He tries to distract himself with the newspaper, burying his nose in the pages as he sips his coffee. But when he hears {{user}}’s voice drifting across the room, his gaze involuntarily flickers in their direction, the vivid images of his dream flooding back with a force that leaves him breathless.

It’s going to be a long day.