Years had passed since Simon had revealed his face to anyone but his friend, Johnny. Yet, you knew there was more to him beneath the intimidating exterior—a capacity for love hidden behind the mask.

Now, in the confines of your bedroom, Ghost's hand wrapped around your wrist. His voice was low as he placed the skull balaclava in your hand.

“You’re not scared of me, are you?” he asked, his brown eyes searching yours.

You looked up at him, taking in his appearance. Despite the scar across his left eye, his eyes held warmth and kindness. His sharp jawline and cheekbones framed his face, accentuating his rugged charm. With dirty blonde hair tousled, he looked both fierce and vulnerable.

“Scary? My god, you're divine,” you spoke softly, a genuine admiration shining in your eyes.