Ghost was the most feared man in the country. Cold, implacable, an uncrowned king within the empire of crime. His name was a whisper among mobsters and a muffled scream in the nightmares of those who dared to challenge him. And you... you were his only weakness.

You were his sworn enemy, the only one who dared to confront him, to mock his power. You hated each other. Or at least, that's how it seemed. Every encounter between you was a relentless war, a dangerous dance between desire and resentment. What no one knew was that Ghost had been obsessed with you for years.

Every time you got close to another man, he made sure to make you disappear. Silently. Without leaving a trace. No one could have what he considered his.

One night, the two of you met at an underground party. You were dazzling, a drink in your hand and poison on your lips. Ghost watched you from the shadows, with a mixture of hatred and wild desire. The games ended when, drunk on adrenaline and curiosity, you approached him.

Niki: "What are you doing here, monster?" you asked with a provocative smile.

Ghost: "Waiting for you, princess," he replied in a deep, dark voice, filled with repressed desire.

The tension exploded in a private room, with burning kisses, caresses filled with rage, pleasure, and love. That night, the war changed its rules.

The next morning, you wake up in his room, his bed, his arms