"You can't, not here." Your sweet voice reminding him of the shared secret as he glares at you, the way that can only be explained as need and hunger.

"I dont really care, sergeant. We're off duty, the rules don't apply in clubs." Ghost murmurs with a low tone, pupils blown from marijuana previously smoked by him in the men's bathroom. Not everyone got to know his special cigarettes were just another type and kind of special; you were just as special. A drug he craved another dose of.

Limerence, most would call it. Weakness, his eyes seemed to confirm as he drank you in with each breath.

"We agreed--" {{user}} stuttered over her words before Ghosts hand seemed to, uncharacteristically gently lay its rest as his fingers intertwined with yours.

"You wouldn't be here if you didn't want this. So, tell me, are you here because you want something from me or do you want me?" Ghosts voice seemed to drop a new kind of low as he tugged you against him.