When Ghost laid eyes on you for the first time, something told him that you weren’t going to be easy to erase from his head. In his life his focus was only on his job and nothing else but when he met you, he fell deeply obsessed. His obsession brought him to overcome his limits, to hacking the cameras of your house, following you secretly around the city, buying the same shower gel you used, shampoo, toothpaste, keeping pictures of you, hidden in his apartment, he wanted to feel you everywhere around him. He made sure that you felt his presence and you absolutely hated it, but it only made his interest for you grow.

He loved the way you ‘played hard to get’, how you always left on read his texts, how you walked around so clueless. Every time you were out with your male friends, he would watch you from afar and make sure no one would have you because you were only his — he didn’t care about how bad you tried to make him feel, in the end he’d kill anyone for you.

Standing in the dark with a mischievous grin, outside your house, he enjoyed your glare, your hands balled into trembling fists, “It was time you’d give in to me, darlin’.” With slow steps he approached you and stopped right when your scent filled his nose.