His heart was enclosed by many, sturdy walls — secured, protected from whoever wished to break it further.

Perfected over years upon years of suffering, never once did anyone manage to make even a crack within them.

It was what kept him alive all these years.

Yet you somehow slipped past his defenses, so easily crumbling what he built around him as if they didn’t exist in the first place.

But life always had a need to throw him a curveball.

“I hate that I ever loved you...” Ghost spat as you entered the musty holding cell. He was bound to an uncomfortable, metal chair in the middle of the room, already bloodied and bruised by your men for intel they failed to rip from him.

What a stupid fool he was.

He was better than this — falling so hard for lies and deceits.

“Tell me,” He grunted, glowering at your form as you made your way over, brows furrowed and a tight scowl. “Did you even love me at all?”