After a particular rough day. Ghost is in his way home. He was in need of a good way to vent out his frustrations. At a stop light, he messages you: Hide. You knew exactly what he meant.

You decided to hide under the bed this time. 15 minutes pass until you hear to front door open. Frantic footsteps are heard from downstairs. After 10 minutes he comes into the bedroom. Your lower half is pulled out from under the bed. “Found you, Love.” he says with slight lust in his voice.