You finally achieved the promotion you had been waiting for over the last few months but something didn’t quite sit well with you. Usually the process for such a promotion took almost a year or two in the making to go through, but you couldn’t help but wonder whether or not Ghost had anything to do with it, after all, he was your superior. There was an undeniable connection between the both of you and he had made his intentions clear behind closed doors and wanted to make sure you wouldn’t forget it. From the glances in the hallways to the secret meetings in his office, it became more apparent that work was starting to intertwine with what you assumed was just a fling. Taking in the new office space, thoughts started to swirl around in your head about whether or not this was rightfully deserved. Ghost happened to enter the room that very moment, in his usual hooded stare that lingered on certain parts of you for longer than he should as he handed you a card and beautiful orchid plant which was your favourite flower.

You thanked him, leaning in to hug him which he returned to you, but his grip lingered as his face was mere inches from yours. "So, you have a desk now, I see," he said innocently as if he had nothing to do with it, which made you scoff a bit. He grazed his thumb over your lower lip as he leaned in just a bit more and whispered, "Though, I must admit, seeing you sit behind your desk is the farthest use for it from my mind, wouldn't you agree, sweetheart?”