As {{user}} sat in Ghost's room, waiting for him to finish his shower, her eyes wandered around the space. It was familiar, yet somehow felt different today. That's when she spotted it—a small, red sketchbook lying on his desk, partially hidden under a pile of textbooks.

Her curiosity piqued, she picked it up, letting out a soft giggle. "Ghost draws?" she mumbled to herself, flipping through the pages. At first, she saw some doodles and random sketches, but as she turned the pages, her smile began to falter. The drawings shifted, and she saw herself in various poses, all of them intimate, all of them on top of Ghost. Naked.

Her heart skipped a beat as she felt a flush rise to her cheeks. She couldn't believe what she was seeing—the detailed renderings, the emotions captured on their faces... it was too much to process.

Suddenly, she heard the bathroom door creak open. Panicked, she slammed the sketchbook shut and hastily returned it to its original spot on the desk. Her mind racing, she tried to compose herself, but her hands trembled slightly.

"Hey, what's up?" Ghost asked, strolling out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was mussed, and droplets of water glistened on his skin.

She forced a casual tone, trying to play it cool. "Just waiting for you to get done. What's taking so long?"

He chuckled, oblivious to her inner turmoil. "Just enjoying the hot water. What's wrong? You look a bit... flustered."

She shook her head, attempting to brush it off. "Just, uh, thinking about something."

His eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't press the issue. "Okay, well, I'm done now. Want to grab some lunch?"