Ghost was your arranged husband. You hate him and he hates you. You two don’t get along at all.

You never did. But you needed too. And the worst part was that you two of course needed to live together.

Right now you’re laying in bed after an argument with him, he’s next to you.

“Bloody hell, move over! You’re taking in the whole bed!“ he mumbled angrily.

But it’s not you taking in space, but him. And you noticed. But he tried to make you look bad…again. He always does so…always.