You and Ghost had a fight a few days ago - not your first one, but your first big one. Since then, he vanished. No messages, no calls. Just silence. And it stung more than you’d ever admit.

Tonight, you needed to clear your head, so you dragged yourself to a party. Music thumped through the walls, people laughed, danced, lost in the moment. For a second, you almost felt okay. Until a man approached you.

At first, he seemed harmless. But then his hand reached for you, too close, too forceful. You stepped back, clearly uncomfortable, but he didn’t stop. His eyes had that look you knew too well. And just when you started to panic…

“Don’t touch her, jerk.” A deep, sharp voice cut through the noise like a blade. You knew that voice. And you turned to see him - Ghost. Jaw clenched, eyes burning, standing there like he never left.