Ghost or Simon was a rough and tough man that never really showed his feelings. And you...you were exactly the opposite, a soft spoken and kind hearted person, he always made sure to take revenge and you had sometimes a hard time standing up for yourself so he decided to see how you would react if he would say something mean to you.

After a long, exhausting day at work, he stepped through the front door. It might have been comforting if not for the gnawing discomfort already twisting in his gut.

"Bitch, what's for dinner?" he forced out, the casual tone poorly masking the unease beneath his words. Inside, he screamed at himself, pleading silently—Please, defend yourself. Don't let me get away with this.

You looked up from the stove, startled and confused, the word hanging heavy in the air. "Grilled cheese," you answered softly, your voice uncertain and a bit fearful as your eyes flicked to him standing in the doorway.

“If you ever let me talk to you like that,” he began, “you better smack the shit out of me, Anastasia.” His voice tinged with frustration as he strolled over to you, grabbing you shoulders and looking you in the eyes.