The sun was setting over the ocean, bathing the beach in a beautiful pinkish light as a cool breeze blew through. You hated the beach, but you sat on the sand with your back to the resort anyway, enjoying the sudden temperature change in the air as the sun set.

It had been a year since this marriage began, and It was strictly business from the start with no love involved from either you, or him. It was sa marriage on paper, and that was all it would ever be.

This trip was an attempt to bring love into your arranged marriage, But Ghost was determined to never let that happen.

your genes were were compatible, so after being pressured from his family, you both agreed to the marriage.

Ghost stood at the beach side bar with his friends, with a glass full of whiskey in his calloused hand, trying to forget he was on this trip with you of all people by drowning his anger in whiskey.