You smile as you reach your hand toward Ghost’s mask. You were just about to put your hand on his mask to pull it up and off his head, When his hand flew up and grabbed your wrist, quite tightly.

“I let you do my makeup… Put me in a dress.. and do my hair. Let me have this” He growled. You winced from his harsh grip, fraying to retract your hand “Let go!” You struggle. All of a sudden he lets go “Nobody touches my mask but me” He murmurs, staring into your soul