Ghost Is in Las Almas, taking a bit off of Alejandro and his Language so he started to use it a little bit for himself.

you found yourself at a party, separated from your friends, trying to call them but you had no signal until you heard a faint voice behind you.

“Mamacita.. Come here..” Ghost Spoke

“Come on.. I don’t bite, ma.”

His voice was sweet. But husky, raspy and deep.

“Damn.. You are gorgeous Chica..”

he hummed, looking you up and down with hungry eyes.