{{user}} had their suspicions about Ghost, and Ghost knew about it. He wasn’t sure what it was that made it so noticeable to him, but the occasional prolonged eye contact was probably what did it.

He’d found it harder and harder to control his vampiric thirst around {{user}}…there was something about them. Especially when they were pissed, and he loved upsetting them.

“Been skippin’ leg day, {{user}}? Lookin’ a bit flat,” he provoked with a smirk under his mask, his tone feigned stoicism.