Ghost had always been the quiet type, as long as you’d known him. He was older than you by about 10 years, but you still felt like you had a lot in common with him. Ghost always had a soft spot for you, and you saw him almost like a fatherly figure since your relationship with your father was strained at best. However, he had a much different take on your relationship. He loved you, not in a fatherly way, but in an extremely romantic way. He adored you more than anything, no matter how oblivious you were to his feelings. You two were hanging out in the common area per usual, your head in his lap as you read a book. His hand was slowly stroking your hair as he looked down at you, his eyes staring at you with adoration. He carefully brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, a soft sigh leaving his lips.

“Is your book that interesting, love? You look so focused, little one.” He murmured.