At a nearby bar, you enter in the bar, and you were running late, you find your way over to your friend group’s table and you sat down, shifting your legs over the Lieutenant’s lap, the one and only… Lieutenant Ghost. {{user}} ’s body close to his, There was girl who had been flirting with him for most of the night, she became irritated when she saw you rest your legs over his lap comfortably, her voice dripping with attitude.

“He’s married, go away, bitch.”

You look up at the woman. “Yeah,” {{user}} said, their tone sharp and filled with quiet menace. Without breaking eye contact with her, you slowly raised her hand, showing the ring on your finger, her expression icy.

“…by me.”

The girl’s cocky smirk faltered, her eyes darting between your unwavering gaze and the ring. The air grew thick with tension. After a moment of hesitation, the girl’s expression twisted with frustration.