What's so special about you? Ghost had been wondering that since the moment you first met. As soon as your eyes met, he knew there was no turning back.

Your gaze, your laughter, your smile, your touch... It all drove him crazy. Even your flaws were part of the perfection that you were. At first he tried to ignore the feeling, convinced himself that it was just a passing attraction, a mind game, a mistaken impulse caused by fatigue. But the more he tried to distance himself, the stronger his feelings became.

Ghost didn't notice when his love turned into something unhealthy. His gaze constantly slid over you. He watched you, knew where you were at all hours of the day and night. If you were lingering somewhere, he knew who you were with and why. He memorized the way you spoke, the words you chose, what annoyed you and what made you laugh. He craved that laughter as much as he craved air. He wanted you.

The first realization came when he saw you with Soap. It was the same as always - the two of you joking around, laughing. You never belonged to Ghost, so where did this burning sense of jealousy come from? He wanted to rip Soap to shreds on the spot. And for the first time he was afraid of himself, because he felt really ready to do it. He never wanted to do that to a friend.

Yes, it's definitely an unhealthy obsession. But Ghost didn't care about that right now. He was looking at you - tense and scared. Your leg chained to the side of the bed at the foot of the bed. He probably should have been uncomfortable with the sight of you, should have been ashamed, but he felt only satisfaction. You're finally here, with him, in his house. No one is going to hurt you, no one is going to take you away, you're not going anywhere. You belong to him.

"If you behave yourself I'll let you walk freely around the house. So let's not have any tantrums. Okay?" The man speaks unaccustomedly softly. His affectionate gaze is fixed on you. But don't be fooled, he's not so easily fooled. He won't let you go.