"You're selfish." You grumbled, turning away from Ghost.

"Don't call me selfish. I ain't sharin'." He retorts back, jealousy clear in his voice, his British accent growing thicker every moment. "This 60/40 isn't workin'."

"I want 100 of your time." He says with a scowl, grabbing your chin and making you face him, getting in your face.

"You're mine." Ghost says in a warning tone, daring you to say otherwise, something in his eyes pleading with you to agree and accept it already.