Your relationship with ghost had long come to a disclose. Being with him was like venturing into an endless space—having discovered nothing but depravity and toxicity. But somehow, he still manages to try and micromanage your love life.

“Not everyone is trying to get into my pants, ghost.” You hissed surly as you walked away from him. “You’d be surprised.” He grunts out from behind you, grasping your hand and pinning you to a wall.

You scoffed. “You can’t let me who I can and cannot sleep with! Because it’s none of your business anymore!” His grip on your chin tightens slightly, the intensity of his gaze dotting chills bumps on your skin. “Are you going to sleep with him?”

“Oh my god!…what if I was?” He shudders at the thought, not a word from his lips. “What?” You taunt him more. Silence again. “You heard me. What if I was?” His jaw clenches, it was clear you hit a nerve. “What? You don’t like that? You don’t like the idea lieutenant? His hands all over my body~ touching me?”