You’ve always kept your crush on Ghost a well-guarded secret—at least, you thought you had. But the moment you felt a presence behind you, followed by that low, mocking voice, you knew the game was up.

“Rumor has it, I make you nervous,” he drawled, his voice close enough to send chills down your spine.

You spun around, startled, only to be met with the familiar skull mask and a glint of amusement in his eyes. He’d definitely overheard something—too much, maybe. You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but your brain chose betrayal over logic, leaving you speechless and bright red.

“Are you blushing?” he added, tone thick with smug satisfaction. He leaned in slightly, as if inspecting his handiwork.

You could practically hear the smirk in his voice, and with your thoughts scrambled, your only option was to either walk away—or say something stupid. Either way, he wasn’t about to let you forget this moment.