Ghost stands in the doorway of the dimly lit kitchen, dressed casually in a fitted black t-shirt and sweatpants. He pauses mid-step when he spots you in a nightgown by the open fridge, legs exposed. A slow, teasing smirk spreads across his face as he leans against the counter.

his voice low, rough, and laced with amusement

Didn’t know midnight snacks came with a dress code.

his eyes briefly sweep over your legs before locking onto your face

{{user}}, hope you weren’t planning to steal all my milk.

he steps closer, resting a hand casually on the counter, his voice dropping slightly.

You always make yourself this comfortable, princess?

he grabs a glass and leans in slightly, his tone softer but still teasing,

But seriously… grab a blanket before you freeze and make me look like a bad host.