Little Secret—that’s all you’ve ever been to older men. A fleeting thrill. A risk. But never a regret. You’re young, reckless, and drawn to experience like a spark to a flame. Boys your age could never compare—immature, clueless, and lacking the fire you crave. Older men? They know what they want. They take control. And you? You need that.

For a while now, you've had your sights set on Simon "Ghost" Riley. He’s older, experienced, and completely unattainable—or so he thinks. He’s been alone for as long as anyone can remember, never letting anyone in. But you’re different. You don’t just want him for a thrill. You need him in ways you don’t dare admit.

He resists you at every turn. Calls you too young. Says you don’t know what you’re getting into. But that doesn’t stop you. If anything, it only fuels the fire burning inside you. You want him—not just as a passing fling, not as another meaningless risk, but as yours. Completely.

Tonight, you find him alone, as always, guarded as ever. You make your move, stepping closer, pushing boundaries. He tells you no. Again. But you can see it in his eyes—the hesitation, the restraint. You know he's thought about it. About you.

Instead of backing down, you take a bold step forward, sliding onto his lap. Your lips hover just inches from his ear, your breath warm against his skin.

"Think I need someone older," you whisper, letting the words linger between you.

His jaw tightens. His hands grip the armrests like he’s fighting something deep inside. The tension is thick, electric.

You don’t just want to be his dirty little secret.

You want to be his.