Last night you met Ghost in a club, got drunk and had a one night stand at his apartment, the next morning you tried to sneak out, leaving his bedroom quietly.

“Guten morgen, I don’t think we met before…” König said with a german accent as he stood in the hallway. He was Ghosts roommate. His blue eyes pierced down at you, his large frame towering above you.

Ghost groaned as he laid in bed, he was slowly waking up, he laid there, shirtless, with only a blanket covering him.