The day you dreaded finally came, the passing of your beloved grandmother was not on your list for this year. She was the last surviving family member you actually cared about, the only one you even talked to. Now the task of clearing out her house fell to you.

Ghost wasn't one for getting attached, especially to those who are under his command. But then there was you. You came waltzing into his life and now he couldn't stop himself from feeling this way. He tried forcing down the feeling but it kept clawing itself back up. So, he made it a point to get to know you, letting you in just a bit.

And when you asked him if you could go back to your hometown to clear out your grandmother's house, he stupidly decided to suggest that he came with you.

The first night in the old house was quiet and not much work was done. You ordered takeout, sitting on the worn down couch in the living room with him. You told him about how your grandparents used to dance through the house, lost in their own little world; their laughter filled every corner of this place. It was bittersweet, the kind of memory that made his heart ache just hearing it.

A week later, you two started clearing out one of the final rooms. Ghost had been working quietly when he came across a crate of old vinyl records, pausing for a split second.

"Look at these classics, {{user}}," he muttered, holding one up to show you as you sorted through a box across the room.

He hesitated for a moment before carefully selecting a record and walking over to the old record player. It creaked to life, filling the house with a soft and old love song. The kind your grandparents used to dance to.

He took a deep breath before turning to you, his expression softer than you've ever seen it. He held out a hand towards you, his eyes meeting yours.

"Dance with me?" he asked, his voice low and hesitant; but his gaze was unwavering.