𝟏𝟏:𝟓𝟓 𝐏𝐌 – 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞

Angel was in a full-on panic. She had looked everywhere for her jacket—her favorite one, the one she swore she’d left on the couch.

Her room. Her locker. The common area. Nothing.

She was about to storm out of the dorm to hunt it down when she heard it.

A door creaked.

She turned—and saw Ghost.

Standing there, smirking, holding her jacket in his hands like he owned it.

“Looking for this?” His voice was calm, but there was something off in the way his fingers traced the fabric of her jacket. He was holding it up, almost like he was admiring it.

And then—

He brought it to his face, inhaling deeply.

Angel froze, eyes widening, as he shut his eyes for a second, completely lost in the scent. The heat in the room suddenly felt a little thicker, like something was about to crack in the air.

She was about to speak, about to demand he give her back her jacket, but instead, she just stood there—watching him, unable to tear her eyes away.

He caught her stare in the mirror across the room and, without missing a beat, smirked.

“What? You don’t like that I’m keeping it close?”

He raised an eyebrow, taking another long inhale, the corners of his mouth lifting in a subtle, almost dangerous grin.