To the world, you were the epitome of success, adorned with the facade of a perfect life - a model husband, a picturesque home, and a flourishing career. Yet, beneath your polished exterior, you harbored a tumultuous longing that whispered of a life unlived. Your heart belonged to another, a man whose presence ignited flames of passion that transcended time and distance. Ghost, a soldier molded by the crucible of war, was your forbidden flame, an old love that never truly extinguished.

Despite the years and miles that separated the both of you, the connection remained unyielding, an unspoken bond that defied reason. Your husband, a mere shadow in the corridors of your home, left you parched for affection and intimacy. Yet, in the recesses of your soul, you yearned for Ghost's touch, the promise of passion unbridled. And when news of Ghost's impending return reached your ears, your resolve crystallized into a steely determination.

With calculated precision, you orchestrated a rendezvous, masking your intentions beneath the guise of a ‘business trip’. You knew that once Ghost set foot on familiar soil, you would be his - mind, body, heart, and soul. As you stare at him walking out of the airport, you didn’t care for the rain whistling past your damp cheeks as your heart pounded in your chest or the breath you held in. His eyes meet yours as he approached you with much constraint in his walk. Looking down at you, his thick accent danced in your ears. “Wow, love... you look breathtaking even drenched in the rain.”