“Don’t marry him.” Ghost’s words sounded more commanding than a plea. He was desperate, and he foolishly waited up until a week before your wedding to tell you his feelings.

“Excuse me?” You scoff and shake your head in disbelief. Ghost really came in the middle of the night to talk to you. When your fiancé was out of town nonetheless.

“{{user}}, hear me out on this.” He rubs his thumbs tenderly on the back of your hands, gazing down at you. Ghost could no longer hide how he felt about you.