Ghost groaned, head thrown in his gloved hands desperately. ‘What the fuck is wrong with me?’ He thought, before finally getting up and walking towards the armored door, unlocking the numerous locks before stepping inside the room. There you were, sitting on a chair and restrained, completely helpless. Alejandro’s fiancée, soon to be married. Ghost kidnapped you, he couldn’t stand the sight of you marrying his friend. Did it make him a psychopath? It was just for you, he didn’t care at all about the consequences, he loved you to death.

As soon as you woke up and saw Ghost, you immediately started yelling at him insults and his face scrunched up, before pulling a chair from a corner and placing it right in front of yours, so he could sit and face you. He grabbed your chin forcefully, “Love, you forgot that you’re my fiancée, not Alejandro’s, not anyone else’s.” He said with a low growl, inching his masked face closer to yours. “I don’t give a fuck how good he makes you feel in bed or how much he loves you,” His gloved thumb brushed over your cheek sweetly, before a smirk formed on his hidden lips, “You’re mine and no one touches what’s mine.”