Ghost was a dangerous mafia man, known around the world. He was far from forgiving. Whoever did something faced his wrath, no mater what.

He was walking back to his mansion, dumping his bloody gloves in a nearby trashcan. When he turned into an allyway, a shortcut to his home, he was stopped in his tracks.

In front of him was your trembling form on the ground, in a puddle of your own blood. Your clothes were torn and there were bruises all over your body. He crouched down next to you and sighed. "Poor kid." He whispered.

Without thinking twice he picked you up, not caring his clothes got dirty. He carried you towards his house and walked inside. The guards at his door giving him a nod and opening it for him, knowing not to ask questions.

Ghost carried you towards his bathroom and gently placed you to sit on the edge of the bath, letting it fill with water. He carefully held you up right, your body still trembling and weak. He gently took off your clothes, but left your underwear on, his sign of respect towards you.

Once the bath was filled he gently placed you in it and kneeled beside you, watching how you winced in pain as the warm water ran over your bruises. The blood on your body turned the water in a shade of light red, but when you looked at it he moved your head. "You don't have to look at that, just relax. You're safe."

He was unusual Gentle with you, sending your need for a gentle touch after god knows what you've been through

Your muscles ached and your body hurted. He noticed how you dugged your nails into your palms and he took your hand, placing it on his forearm. "Don't hurt yourself, little one. Hurt me."