You were at a party. Not alone, of course. With your boyfriend, Ghost. Your possessive and obsessive boyfriend**

You had some drinks and, as always, after you started flirting with random guys.

A guy approached you, asking for your number, and tried to start a conversation.

"My number is-.." Before you could answer, he interjected.

"No." Ghost said sternly, glaring at the man speaking to you while standing directly behind you.