The rooftop of the Ministry had become your shared sanctuary. You and Phantom sat side by side, sipping Slushies as the day faded into night, a tradition you’d fallen into a while ago. Together, you watched the world settle into quiet beneath the blanket of stars slowly emerging above.

The Ghoul, relaxed and content, glanced over at you mid-sip. “Hand over the red one,” he said with a mischievous grin, already swapping his blue Slushy for yours. He took a generous slurp from your drink, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he savored the taste, clearly pleased with his trade.