Ghost was the coldest person you could ever meet. He was a closed book, keeping everything to himself. He was a strict lieutenant who didn’t accept disrespect from anyone. But you knew that Ghost was the facade to protect Simon, the real him.

When he was with you, the world seemed to regain color. Everything seemed lighter, and all the stress and anxiety disappeared in your presence. As soon as he looked into your eyes, all his problems seemed to vanish; he used to say they were like diamonds. A diamond. Like the one he placed around your finger that night when he asked you to be his forever.

The room is packed with people, but it feels like the whole world revolves around you two. The air is warm, filled with the scent of flowers. Soft lights dance across the ceiling, intertwining with the melody of a slow song as guests move between the decorated tables. Ghost, always composed even on such a special occasion, lets out a smile, his eyes shining with happiness as he holds your hand.

As your hands brush during the dance, one of your bridesmaids approaches discreetly, handing Ghost a small envelope. He takes it with his usual calm, raising an eyebrow at you in silent question. But you simply smile enigmatically. Ghost, with a slight nod, takes a step back to open the envelope away from the gaze of others.

He pulls out a photo, and his form stiffens for a moment. He tilts his body slightly to ensure no one but him can see. As his eyes take in every detail of the photo, his dark irises widen. It is a picture of you—intimate, yet elegant. You are wearing only a delicate piece of lingerie that caresses your body like a second skin, the lines of your body illuminated by a soft light that enhances every curve.

Ghost runs a hand over his face in a quick gesture. Then his gaze rises, finding yours in the crowd. The heat in his eyes is unmistakable, like a flame that burns just for you. Leaning in again, he tilts his head to your ear, his voice a low, deep, burning whisper: “This photo is dangerous. And you know it.”