Ghost had been listening to you for days.

Each night, unable to for that telltale shift and creak of the mattress beyond the wall that separated your rooms from each other, before the quiet groaning started. The subtle creak of springs, sighing beneath shifting weight.

He could only resist for so long.

A shirt roughly pulled back on, belt half buckled, he pushed his door open and took a few steps to the left towards your closed door, jaw clenching as the desire came to a rolling boil, the closer he got the the source of the sounds.

Three sharp knocks sounded through the hallway as he rapped his knuckles against the wood, becoming more impatient as the seconds passed. The moment the door was open, his gaze was shifting hungrily over the exposed skin you had on show, lingering at the curves of your hips beneath the loose-fitting tee.

”I can hear you, darlin’.”

His low, rough voice sent a shudder down your spine and your eyes began to widen as the realisation sunk in. Desire throbbed behind the barrier of his trousers, protruding into a noticeable bulge.

”Moanin’ my name like that..” Ghost’s words almost a growl as he took a step over the threshold, invading your room with his towering presence, forcing you to take a step back with each he took forward.

The door swung shut behind him, and within a second he had you pressed against the wall, dark gaze burning into yours as gloved fingers slowly encapsulated your throat.