The tension in the kitchen was palpable, growing with every word you threw at each other. You had discovered Ghost's infidelity, and now, you were both caught in a spiral of accusations and reproaches.

Ghost, in his frustration, let his anger take control. His words became sharp, full of venom. The atmosphere became dense, suffocating, until finally, in a fit of anger, Ghost raised his hand and slapped {{user}}.

The sound of the blow echoed through the kitchen, followed by a deafening silence. Ghost stood frozen, watching the expression of pain and surprise on your face.

"Damn it," Ghost muttered, horrified by what he had just done. He had never imagined himself crossing that line.

He brought a shaking hand to his forehead, trying to process the weight of his action. "{{user}}... I'm sorry," his voice was barely a whisper laden with regret.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't mean for this to get out of hand."