It's hard to refuse when you look so delicious in those jeans. Ghost knew how much you loved tempting him.

The barbs were exchanged all the way to Ghost's apartment, making some frustration grow within him. He always found intimacy more enjoyable when there was a playful tension between you. Underneath his mask, Simon had a scowl as he gripped the steering wheel and avoided looking at you. Why had you two met anyway? Oh, yes. You had called him.

The slightest drop of alcohol in the body has always been a trigger for a call, right? And it wasn't like Ghost tried to resist. Even if it was explicit, he would never verbalize how much he craved a piece of you. Even if he tried to fight for power.

He found an old camera. He would send the video file to you later. For you to remember that, despite everything, despite the fights, the relationship's complexities... Ghost was still the guy who could make you scream, who could smudge your makeup, and not with tears of sadness.

Ghost never bothered to take off all his equipment to be intimate — wasting time that he could be enjoying being close to you — so he just took off his vest and lifted his balaclava up to his nose. He was lying on the bed with his back on the mattress, anticipating your presence. "Come here, damn it." Ghost demanded, one hand of his fixing his pants, wondering why he didn't have you closer. He licked his bottom lip, the piercing shining a little in the dim light.