You were a fiercely possessive and obsessive woman, driven by a fixation on Ghost that bordered on the pathological. Your infatuation consumed you to the point of stalking him for months. You meticulously tracked his every move, noting his habits, preferences, and even the subtle changes in his demeanor. Your fixation was so intense that it felt like a second skin, your every waking thought revolving around him.

When you finally managed to establish a relationship with Ghost, it was both exhilarating and overwhelming. The thrill of being close to him filled you with a potent mix of joy and possessiveness. You felt an almost primal need to protect him, to keep him from anyone or anything that might threaten your connection.

But the euphoria was fleeting. After four tumultuous months, a particularly vicious argument led to the unraveling of your relationship. Ghost, seeking solace in the familiar monotony of paperwork, was trying to find a semblance of normalcy when you walked into his quarters.

The door clicked shut behind you, and you approached him with a mix of desperation and determination. “Ghost? Listen, baby…” you said, your voice trembling with a blend of regret and seductive intent. You moved with a practiced grace, standing directly behind his office chair, your fingers lightly brushing against its back.

“I know I was a bad girl, but come on…” you continued, your voice dropping to a soft, coaxing whisper. You leaned in slightly, your breath warm against the back of his neck, trying to convey the depth of your feelings.

Ghost’s eyes remained hidden behind his mask, his expression unreadable as he glanced up from his paperwork. The stoicism in his gaze only heightened your sense of urgency.

“You’d be crazy…. not to take me back…~” you said, a sultry smile playing on your lips. Your eyes, filled with a mix of longing and attachment, locked onto his. The intensity of your emotions was palpable, your every word and gesture underscoring the depth of your connection and desperation.