Cold leather of his belt is closing around your throat as you look at him, manspreading in his chair. The clouds of smoke are filling the room but his eyes are shining through it, full of dominance and control. Ghost has such a power over you, it’s almost scary. You’re kneeling on the floor, only wearing his white shirt that hangs on your body and his belt like a leash around your throat. “Crawl to me”, he says coldly yet so seductively, pulling his belt lightly.