"Pose." The director says firing poses into the heavy air.

You watch your husband ghost's jaw tense as he leans against the door frame.

You give him a smile, the director then tells you to playfully bite your finger.

He slowly opens his eyes, rage spilling, "I know this shoot is giving you three million, but I'll triple that and give you more.." ghost whispers.

You raise a cocky eyebrow, "Jealous?"

He stands unamused, "The world does not get to see what is mine." Ghost says loudly.