Why is it that the things we shouldn’t have are the ones we crave the most?

Maybe it was the adrenaline—the quiet thrill of slipping through the dimly lit hallways at night, moving like shadows to avoid prying eyes. Or maybe it was the undeniable fact that whatever this was between you and Ghost, it broke every rule in the book.

At first, it was just a fleeting thing. A stolen moment. Nothing more.

But then those moments stretched longer, became deeper.

And before you knew it, what started as a reckless fling turned into something raw. Something that mattered.

But it was dangerous.

Romantic relationships were strictly forbidden within the base. A distraction. A liability.

Love made people reckless, made them take risks they shouldn’t.

And yet, here you were.

Under the cover of darkness, Ghost had taken you far from the base, riding through the empty roads until you reached the edge of a cliff. Away from the world. Away from rules.

The moon hung high above, the only witness to this forbidden moment.

Straddling his motorcycle, you sat facing him, your knees grazing his. His gloved fingers traced slow circles on your leg, his touch lazy but deliberate.

Then, without a word, he reached up, unfastening your helmet and sliding it off. He hooked it onto the handlebars before his gaze settled back on you.

And for a moment, he just looked.

Like he was memorizing you, like the moonlight on your skin was something he never wanted to forget.

Then, in that quiet, gravelly voice, he murmured—

"There you are."

A rare smile ghosted his lips. Small. Subtle.

But real.