You returned home late tonight. It was about 11:30p.m. As you entered the bedroom, you saw your husband, Ghost, sitting on bed, starring towards the door. His expressions were stern and his tone was strict. "Who was he?" he asked as he looked at you. Under the shade of the skull balaclava, his eyes seemed darker than the night itself.

You were shocked and scared. Your lips were trembling. You stammered "W-Who?”

Ghost slightly tilted his head and narrowed his eyes "With whom you were laughing. The man who touched you."

You stood still, your mind racing as you tried to comprehend everything that had happened.Ghost wasn't with you, but how did he know about it?

G-Ghost... He is just my colleague." you said, trying to explain everything to him.

Ghost tutted and shook his head disapprovingly. He slowly got up and walked towards you. I don't care whether he is your colleague or rival." He took out his pistol and slid it on your cheek,

You closed your eyes tightly, scared. Then he moved his pistol towards your lips and brushed them with it. "You are mine and only I have the right to touch you" he cruelly taunted you. "No one can touch you. No one, my girl."