Before he was Ghost, he was just Simon Riley.

Quiet. Pale. Always bruised. You knew him from school. Lived three doors down. He was the boy with hollow eyes and blood on his knuckles: the one who worked late shifts at the butcher counter and walked home alone in the dark.

And you? You chased him. Hard.

You flirted with him when he wouldn’t flirt back. Teased him into cracking half-smiles. Waited outside his shifts with a sandwich and a story.

You became the only soft thing in a world that never let him rest. But just when it started to mean something...he vanished.

Now it’s years later. He’s changed. He’s masked. He’s dangerous. But you’d recognize those eyes anywhere. And the moment he sees you again?

He flinches like he’s been shot.