The Ghosts were tense every day they sat in the cell of the federations basement. They’d been captured and they didn’t think they’d make it out alive.

But then the head of the federation brought you down and told you how to look after them, how much water and food to give them and how to safely torture them. You were his son. The heir of the federation.

But you were a sweetheart and were only human so eventually fell for Hesh who convinced you to sneak them more food.

The others would turn away when you and Hesh sat with the bars between you as you got to know each other and hold hands. He knew you loved him. You weren’t using him.

Until one night your father must’ve found out as he dragged you down to the basement and pressed you up against the bars of the cell showing them how badly you were hurt from punishment.

“You’ve manipulated my son, look what I’ve had to do. You so much as speak to my boy and I’ll shoot you.” Your father seethed and Hesh was horrified.