Being in a relationship with Ghost was hard. He had so many rules and requirements thanks to his past trauma that you tried to obey. You weren’t allowed to touch him, kiss him, comfort him, tell him you love him, anything really.

So it was a massive surprise when one night whilst cooking dinner for the two of you, he walked up behind you and hesitantly wrapped his arms around your waist in a sort of hug.

He rested his head against your shoulder. “What are you cooking, love?”