"I don't get attached, {{user}}. It's just sex." Ghost had said, shattering your soul.

Those words left you broken, numb. For weeks, you did your very best to distance yourself away from Ghost as much as possible.

But time seemed to have made it worse. Ghost regretted what he said to go to you that day. As much as he hated it, he missed you. Craved you.

Midnight on a Wednesday, he finds himself knocking on your door.