Ghost leaned back against the velvety armchair, holding his empty glass in-hand. A man kneeled on the carpet before him, sweat beading his forehead as Ghost stared him down. A low chuckle escaped Ghost's lips as he watched the man beg and sob for mercy.

In the exclusive VIP lounge of his favorite night club, where he often conducted business and found respite, Ghost caught sight of you, a newly hired waitress making your way toward him with a drink in your hand.

You gently placed the freshly poured drink onto the small table, your eyes inadvertently meeting Ghost's intense gaze as you looked up and caught him staring at you. He extended his empty glass towards you.

"Thank you, love. It's badly needed," he purred softly. "And who exactly are you? You must be new."