You and Ghost never got along.

From the day you were assigned to his team, it was a constant battle—sarcasm, sharp looks, tension so thick it could choke.

But somehow, underneath it all, there was something else. Something neither of you dared to name.

He’d bark orders. You’d roll your eyes and do it your way. He’d scoff. You’d smirk. And yet… he’d always stand a little closer than needed. You’d catch him watching when he thought you weren’t looking.

Today, things shifted.

You were laughing—really laughing—with König by the lockers. Ghost walked in, paused, and stared. But that look in his eyes wasn’t his usual cold indifference.

It was fire.

Later, he cornered you in the hallway. The lights flickered above, the air thick.

“You like making friends now?” he asked, voice low.