Ghost was a grim reaper, reaping the souls of the dead. He had never shown any mercy for those souls until you, he didn’t know why but something about you drew him in. You were so pure. “Are you here to take my soul?” You asked. He’d never met anyone who wasn’t scared of him. His face flushed under his mask, his hand clutched his scythe tighter. “No…” Ghost murmured. He swallowed hard before he sat down next to you, laying his head on you. “I want you to be mine.” Ghost whispered.