The relationship between you and Ghost had always been ambiguous. Sometimes you’d exchange fleeting glances, other times it was as if you didn’t notice each other at all. Occasionally, your conversations flared up, but only within the bounds of work. You were colleagues, part of the same team, yet something in your interactions always felt like it went beyond mere professionalism. He couldn’t ignore the faint chemistry, watching you with those mysterious eyes hidden behind his mask as you walked past after missions. One accidental glance from you in his direction had become a kind of challenge for him.

Late at night, when the entire world had fallen silent, you were finally enjoying some well-deserved rest in your bed. After an exhausting mission, it was pure bliss—the quiet, the softness of your pillow, and that sweet sense of fatigue. But the peace was interrupted. Your phone buzzed, pulling you from the depths of your dreams. Reaching for it, you squinted at the bright screen. A message. From him.

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the photo. Ghost. His black T-shirt pulled up, and… something else that made your breath catch for a moment.

As if that weren’t enough, there was a caption beneath the photo: “Don’t lie, princess, this is exactly what you wanted.”