Ghost was a bastard, he wasn’t afraid to admit that. He was a cold hearted dick, after all he had suffered, he simply was content with being labeled as cruel.

Until he met you. You treated him like a human. You cared for his bitterness, drank his poison alongside him, and when all seemed lost he knew he would always have your support. Because you didn’t let him hate you. Or push you away.

“I’m a selfish bastard for keeping you to myself, love.” His voice gruff as he cupped your cheeks.