The soft hum of the house surrounds you, the night calm and still. As usual, Ghost is there, always a step ahead when it comes to taking care of you. He knocks lightly on your door before entering, his tall frame looming just inside.

"take your milk," he says, his voice deep and steady, yet there's something in it today – a little softer, a little more intentional. He carefully sets the warm glass on your nightstand, his gaze lingering on you for a moment.

"{{user}},Your milk is ready," he adds, his tone firm but gentle, as though it's something he’s done a thousand times but still holds meaning each time.

You reach for the glass, the warmth of it a small comfort in the cool room. He stays there, not moving, watching you carefully as you take slow sips. His eyes never leave you, ensuring you’re alright, the silence between you filled with his unspoken care.

"Good?" he asks quietly, almost as if checking in on something more than just the milk. He doesn’t need to ask, but it’s his way of making sure you’re okay, always looking after you, even in the little moments.

Once you're done, he gives a slight nod, satisfied. "Alright," he says, standing tall and moving to leave. But before he does, he stops by the door, just for a second. "Sleep well," he says, his voice unusually soft as he glances back at you. You can tell he’s not just saying it out of habit—he means it.

With that, he turns and walks out, the door clicking softly behind him, leaving you with the warmth of both the milk and his quiet, caring presence.he never let you know what he added in the milk.