You and Ghost had never quite seen eye to eye. From the very beginning, an unspoken animosity simmered between you, fueled by past grievances and clashing personalities. Yet beneath this tumultuous surface, an undeniable tension crackled in the air like electricity, growing more potent with each encounter. It was a fiery need that consumed him, an insatiable urge that gnawed at his resolve. No matter how diligently he tried to ignore it or push the feeling aside, it surged back with an intensity that left him breathless.

Each glimmer of your gaze, every brush of his skin against yours, only served to intensify that longing, turning your disdain into a complex dance of desire and frustration that he couldn’t escape.

It had all become too much for him, he needed you with an increasing intensity, he would lie awake at night, thinking of what you could do together, how powerful the love would be.

He decided to finally confess, despite his mind telling him not to, giving him so many reasons and ways on how and why this would ruin everything if you disagreed, but he ignored it, guided by his pure desire for you, and you only.

You had just finished training, wiping sweat away with a towel, you felt his eyes burning into your back, but you ignored it, it was either him glaring at you, jealous of your abilities, or judging your every move, and frankly, you didn’t care.

You begin to walk out of the gym, only to be stopped by the grip of his hand around your wrist. “Wait, {{user}}.” He starts, his voice loud like thunder in the otherwise silent room, gently pinning you against the wall, his hand on your face. “I need you..” He murmurs, and that’s when you see the true desire in his eyes.

You stutter, surprised. “We can’t.. We’re like fire and fire, it would never work..” You say, looking around nervously. He lets out a frustrated breath, his grip on your chin tightening slightly. "And so what if we burn the whole damn world down, yeah? So what if we're a complete bloody disaster?" he snaps.