The base is quiet, but the tension between you and Ghost is deafening. You’re standing across from him, the only sound the hum of the lights above. His eyes—dark and intense—never leave yours. He’s always distant, always guarded, but tonight, something’s different. The air feels thick, charged.

“You think you can handle this?” he asks, his voice low, the usual edge of authority softened by something else.

You step closer, feeling your pulse quicken. “I can handle you,” you reply, surprising even yourself with the boldness.

Without warning, his lips crash against yours—rough, demanding. You melt into him, caught in a kiss that’s more like a battle than a confession. His hands grip your waist, pulling you closer, and for once, there’s no distance between you, no walls.

“Still think you know what you’re in for?” he growls, his hand wrapped firmly round your neck.

You smirk, breathless, “I know exactly what I want.”