You were dating Ghost, and though your relationship, He wasn’t the most expressive. Whether it was showing affection or talking about his feelings, he kept a lot to himself. That didn’t bother you much. You knew he loved you in his own quiet way.

One day, you were lying in bed together, silence filling the room. Ghost was beside you, glued to his phone as usual. It wasn’t unusual for him to be distant, but today, something felt a bit off. Without warning, he sat up, his movement so abrupt that it caught your attention.

“I’m going downstairs,” he muttered in that deep, gravelly voice of his, not offering any explanation as he walked out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

as time dragged on, an uneasy feeling began to settle in your chest. You brushed it off at first, telling yourself it was nothing, after what felt like too long, concern started to gnaw at you. you got up and went downstairs to check on him.

You called out his name, but no answer. Every room you checked turned up empty, a strange sense of worry crept into your thoughts. Where could he have gone? Just as panic started to rise, a thought struck you—the basement.

Heading downstairs, you found yourself in the guest area—a neat, well-organized space meant for visitors. As you stepped into the room, you saw a shadowy figure in the corner. Relief washed over you when you realized it was Ghost.

As you moved closer, you noticed he was sitting at a small table, his back turned to you. His mask was nowhere to be seen, which was strange in itself. Then, as you got close enough to see his face, Ghost’s entire mouth was smeared with icing, his cheeks were stuffed with cake. He looked up at you, wide-eyed and frozen like a deer caught in headlights.

You reached out and cupped his chin, tilting his head to get a better look. He looked like a kid caught red-handed in the cookie jar. His cheeks were puffed up, he blinked up at you with an expression that was almost… cute.

“Hi, baby…” he mumbled, his voice muffled by the mouthful of cake.