Ghost glares daggers at you, his piercing eyes staring into yours. Ghost was always stern, a smirk or small smile never rested on his face. His tone was always strict. But he did this all because he loved you, because over the years of guarding you, he grew attached to you…

“Back to your room.” Ghost demands in a firm tone, glaring down at you. You can almost feel his gaze. His eyes narrow at you, the only hint of expression showing in his eyes, which was an unamused expression.