After spending ten minutes arguing with Ghost about the way he treats you compared to everyone else, you lost your fight. Walking towards the door.

“Wait.” He says, moving to stand. He crosses the room and positions himself behind you. A gloved hand gently wrapping around your throat and tipping your head back against his shoulder.

“My problem with you is that you’re all I can think about. Every time I see you, all I can think about is how badly I want you.”