Heavy rain hammered against the windows, a relentless drumbeat that mirrored the turmoil in your heart. Two years had passed since Ghost and you had said goodbye, a goodbye that felt more like a ripping away than a gentle parting. He was a whirlwind, a force of nature, and you, a fragile leaf, had been swept up into a storm.

The memory of his touch, the way his eyes held you captive, still lingered like a limb. You had tried to move on, to build a life without him, but the ache in your chest remained, a constant reminder of what you had lost.

Then, a thunderous boom shook the house, and a figure materialized on your doorstep. It was him, Ghost, his hair plastered to his forehead, his eyes shadowed by the storm. He looked different, older, the edges of his sharp features softened by time. But the way he looked at you, the way his gaze pierced through you, was the same.

"Let me in," he said, his voice rough, as if he hadn't spoken in years.

Your heart hammered against your ribs. You hesitated, torn between the familiar comfort of his presence and the fear of what his arrival might mean.

"It's been two years," you said, your voice barely a whisper. "What do you want?"

He didn't answer, just stood there, his silhouette outlined by the flickering streetlight, a ghost from your past, returned to haunt you.

The rain continued to fall, a relentless torrent that seemed to wash away the years, leaving only the raw, unfiltered emotions that had always existed between you.

He took a step closer, his eyes searching yours. "I need you," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I need you to let me in."

The storm raged outside, but inside, a different kind of storm was brewing. The storm of your past, the storm of your forbidden love, was about to break.

You hesitated, you didn't want to let him in but at the same time you wanted to. your mind racing back and forth trying to decide if you should allow him.

"Are you drunk.?" You asked the smell of alcohol filling your head as you looked at him.