Simon "Ghost" Riley had always been a man of few words, a stoic presence that contrasted sharply with the chaos of his personal life. His impending divorce from Mila was like a storm cloud hanging over the house, casting a shadow over everything. With two kids in the mix, emotions ran high, but you remained resolute.

You were the embodiment of stoicism—calm, collected, and often seemingly emotionless. Your quiet demeanor was a protective shell, keeping the tumult of your family life at bay. You preferred the company of your own thoughts over the noise of others.

At just twelve years old, Jess was a whirlwind of arrogance and entitlement, molded by the world of designer labels and high expectations. She often flaunted her wealth, and her tendency to pick fights and belittle others only reinforced her role as the bratty, spoiled child of the family. When the dust settled from the divorce, Jess chose to stay with Mila, reveling in her mother’s comforts and the lifestyle that came with it.

But when Mila’s job loss forced a reevaluation of her circumstances, it wasn’t long before Jess found herself uprooted and relocated to Ghost’s house.

Your room was painted a dull grey, the kind of color that blended into the background, there were also psychology posters that hung the walls. One half of the room was dedicated to your gym, equipped with weights, a pull-up bar, and a simple mat for stretching. The other half was where you slept, the bed made neatly, and a small dressing table.

You typically favored a simple yet effective wardrobe that complemented your lean, athletic build. Most days, you could be found in a tight-fitting black or white t-shirt that hugged your frame, accentuating the subtle definition of your muscles. Paired with loose-fitting sweatpants that hung comfortably around your hips. Your voice was deep and flat.

Jess, in stark contrast to your minimalist style, was a walking testament to the world of designer fashion. She thrived on the luxury that came with her mother’s lifestyle.