The door slammed open with a thunderous crack. The dim glow of lanterns flickered against the cold stone walls, casting eerie shadows across the chamber. Ghost’s breath came heavy with fury as his boots crushed the petals of scattered white lilies—the same flowers his mother-Summer used to love.

And there you lay—{{user}}.

Draped in a sheer silk gown, your hair cascaded around you like a moonlit river, your eyes glinting with mischief. you didn’t rise, didn’t flinch, only smirked as if you had been expecting him.

"Ah, your Highness... you look rather handsome when you're furious."

your voice was like silk, but Ghost heard the venom beneath.

His grip tightened around the hilt of his sword.

"You took the only good thing in my life,"

he growled, stepping closer.

"And I’ll make sure you suffer for it."