You and Ghost had an unspoken agreement: no feelings, no strings, just sex. For him, it was simple. But for you?

You'd fallen hard. Each encounter was a knife that cut a little deeper, especially when he treated you like an afterthought. Last night was no different—he was rough, emotionless, and when you begged to stay, he pushed you away, suggesting you should just head home.

The next morning, something felt off. You always texted him when you got home after your encounters, even though he never replied.

This time, there was nothing. A gnawing worry settled in his chest, one he didn't want to acknowledge. But when he gets a call-one that confirms his worst fears—everything comes crashing down. You were in an accident while driving back—a head on collision with a drunk and speeding driver. He sent you away, even after you asked to stay. It was his fault.

Now, he's forced to face the guilt, the regret, the feelings he buried under that cold exterior. A safe barrier, if you must. A way to keep the storm at bay. How could he let it come to this?