Today he was distant, tomorrow he was already avoiding you like oil and water.

Fickle. Stubborn.

"Stay still and don’t move." Ghost murmurs, leaning towards your neck, exhaling hot breath, causing a tempestuous samba of goosebumps to dance across your skin. His fingers extend towards you, compelling you to emit a string of vulgar noises into open palm. "That’s an order."

Requesting an extension of your meetings from him turns out to be a less-than-ideal decision.