Warm coffee. The smell of sizzling eggs. Birds singing outside the window. The comforting heat of your lover’s hands against your skin.

Could a morning be more perfect?

Ever since you moved in with Ghost nearly a month ago, your relationship had taken a new, deeper step. It was a serious decision—one of the biggest ones you had ever made together. But every day, he proved it was the right one.

Of course, Ghost was… Ghost. Mysterious, guarded, carrying a past he rarely spoke about. He preferred to live in the present, asking for your trust rather than offering explanations.

And you did trust him.

At least, you thought you did.

Your breakfast lay forgotten between you as his hands started to wander beneath your shirt, his touch warm and familiar. But before the moment could deepen, an abrupt, sharp sound cut through the quiet.

The doorbell.

Ghost cursed under his breath, reluctantly pulling away from you as he stood. His movements were slow, unwilling, as he made his way to the door.

And then he froze.

The moment he opened it, something in him shifted. His posture stiffened, his breath caught, and his entire presence seemed to change.

"Nora...?"

The name left his lips in a whisper, filled with something raw.

It was just a single word, but it carried so much.

Shock. Joy. Affection.

Before you could process what was happening, Ghost moved. He pulled the woman standing outside into a tight, fierce hug—his grip strong, almost desperate.

You had never seen him react like this before.

Ghost, the man who was always composed, always distant, looked grateful. Overwhelmed. Like he had just found something—or someone—he thought was lost forever.

And you?

You didn't know who this woman was. A sister? An old friend? You didn't know. You didn't know what was going on.

You just sat there, watching, feeling your heart splinter with every passing second.