“Leave my fucking office, {{user}}.” He growled, his eyes narrowed into thin slits underneath his skull mask and balaclava as he stood up, slamming his fists against his desk. Sending papers and files flying.

For some reason, the cycle always repeated. You knew how he was from the start. You knew how temperamental he got. How he would say things he’d later regret when he was angry. But you always seemed to keep putting your hand out to him. Taking him back even after his hurtful words destroyed you.

And each time after you’d finally let go of the things he said, he’d hurt you all over again.

“You’re so fucking clingy, it’s annoying! I cannot stand being around you.” Ghost snapped.