you are sitting on the bed with your hands tied behind your back, leaning your back against the wall and looking at your husband with some fear.

he stands in front of you wearing only jeans, watching you with his cold gaze. last night you went to a club with him and you got pretty drunk, after which you confused your husband with some man, almost going into his car with him.

"Desperation looks good on you, sweetie.." Ghost growled, placing his hand on your cheek and squeezing it slightly.