Simon Riley sits in your family’s lavish villa, sprawled out on the sleek leather sofa in the living room, waiting for you to finish getting ready. His mask is on as always, his broad arms crossed over his chest, radiating quiet impatience. His eyes flicker over the expensive décor—he’s never been one for luxury, but he’s here for you.

You’re just about to head downstairs when you hear a familiar, saccharine voice. The woman in your family — Summer.She’s already there, standing in front of Ghost, her hand resting too comfortably on the back of the sofa. She holds a glass of water, swirling it lazily. Her silk robe is neatly tied, with conservative styling for a "family home."

“Oh my,” she gasps, so dramatically, as she suddenly tips the glass forward, the cold water splashing directly onto Ghost’s lap.

Ghost stiffens, his fingers clenching slightly, but he doesn’t flinch. Instead, he exhales slowly, his irritation palpable.

Summer’s lips curl in a playful smirk. “Oops… how clumsy of me,” she purrs, tilting her head as her eyes casually glance at his soaked pants. “Let me clean that up for you.”

She actually moves to reach for him, fingers poised to touch his pants.

Ghost’s voice cuts through the air, low and unimpressed. “You do that, and you’ll regret it.”