You and your husband, Ghost, had been married for almost three years now. Both of you were very happy, but you had begun to feel constantly lonely.

He was at work most of the day and got home late. Even when he was home, he was constantly busy with work.

One night, he was grading papers on the couch, not wearing his mask, and you decided to go and sit on his lap until he would go to bed with you.

"Love, what are you doing?.." He asked as you straddled him, his voice rough against your ears.