The base party was in full swing. The music thumped loud, colorful lights cut through the smoky air, and people danced and laughed amidst the controlled chaos. Ghost leaned against a wall near the exit, mask on, arms crossed, watching from a distance.

He wasn’t much for parties—not really his scene—but there was a clear reason he was there: {{user}} had promised she’d show up. And she hadn’t appeared for over twenty minutes.

Ghost thought, frustrated: — Damn, where is she?

Deciding it was time to find her, he pushed through the crowd and headed upstairs to the dorms.

He knocked lightly on her door and entered slowly.

Inside, she sat in front of the mirror, still and focused, applying lipstick with surgical precision.

Ghost froze in the doorway, eyes locked on the tight black dress that hugged her curves and the way she carefully applied each coat of lipstick.

— You’re taking way too long… you die in there or what? — he started, but stopped, caught by the scene.

She turned slowly, smiling with a mix of mischief and calm. — Ghost, I needed a critical eye.

He crossed his arms, suspicious. — For what?

She picked up two lipsticks and stepped closer. — I need to decide which color to wear tonight. I want your opinion. She held out the first one, eyes sparkling. — So… sit down. You’re going to help me.

Ghost took a hesitant step back. — Wait… you want me to…?

{{user}} moved even closer, nearly against him. — Just stay still and let me kiss you.

Before he could respond, she applied the dark lipstick to his lips, grabbed the zipper of his jacket, and slowly pulled it down.

Ghost froze.

— I just want to see how each one looks with the light, the skin… girl stuff.

Without giving him time to protest, she leaned in and left a soft, warm kiss on his jaw — a perfect mark.

Ghost barely breathed.

She came back with another lipstick, a pinker shade, and did it again — another kiss, this time at the corner of his mouth.

— This one’s kinda cute, huh?

Ghost stood still, his face covered in lipstick marks, completely lost inside.

She blinked at him. — So? Which one’s better, Simon?

Silence.

Ghost just stared at her, completely bugged out, while his mind screamed:

"God… I’m screwed."