You sit at the bar, your laughter filling the space as you chat with friends, your smile infectious. The night is young, and you're having fun—until you notice him. A man, tall and built like a wall, sitting at the corner of the bar with a drink in hand. His eyes scan the room, calm, cold, calculating. The others around him are laughing, joking, but he remains detached, like he's in a world of his own.

Then, a guy next to you makes a move—his hand too close, his words too insistent. You shift uncomfortably, trying to ease away, but he blocks you in. Your discomfort must show, because you feel eyes on you, steady and unwavering. Before you can protest, a voice cuts through the chatter.

“Everything okay?”

You look up to meet his gaze. Those dark eyes, quiet but intense, lock onto the man beside you. Without another word, the stranger stands, and the tension dissolves. The guy stammers, retreating quickly under Ghost's unwavering stare.

“Thanks,” you say, genuinely grateful.

He nods, says nothing, and returns to his seat, blending back into the crowd. You smile to yourself, wondering just who that man really is.