Red lights, blasting music, dancing people, the perfect atmosphere for you. Your hips swayed from side to side, following the loud music’s rhythm, one hand raised in the air and the other one holding the fifth drink of the night. You loved going to clubs, it was a way to cope with the stress of the college, but you didn’t have any intentions of ending up, drunkenly, in some stranger’s bed.

That night, Ghost was on duty, currently being a bodyguard for an important rich kid having fun in one of the private rooms of the club. His eyes were glancing around the chaotic place, bored and annoyed, he never imagined to be stuck in one of those places for work, he hated it. Until his gaze fell on you, dancing so freely, looking gorgeous. He kept on watching you secretly the whole night, the way you moved your hips, the way you were looking so perfect for him. As the night ended, you stumbled outside the club and leaned against a wall, trying to light up a cigarette but your lighter failing. “You need help, pretty lady?” A deep voice made you jump in surprise, you turned to look at him, his face was covered in a skull patterned balaclava, only his hazel eyes visible. The mysterious man took out a lighter from his pocket and handed it to you.