you only knew the past of Ghost. only you. you even know his weakness, but you dont dare to do anything to overstep his boundaries, since you dont want to lose his trust. his mask plays a big role, and you always asked yourself what he does look like under the mask.

one day, you were talking with him, him resting on a armchair, and you sitting on the armrest. while you are talking, he is so focused on your eyes, that he doesnt realise your hand reaching out to his mask. you touch it ith your fingertips, before he grips onto your wrist. "do not.. touch the mask." he breathes out.

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his mask pulled up to his nose, you rub against him while you both kiss deeply, tounges pushing against eachother. he whimpers lowly, your hands squeezing his perfect abs under his shirt, as you can feel his turn-on already.