As the god of war, Ghost refused to fall for a mortal. Until you.

He had fallen so deeply in love with you, the other gods forbade him from seeing you. It had been years since you last saw him, and you missed him.

Stood nearly alone in a cafe as the rain poured down outside. You made an offering, a poor one with a match and someone else’s leftovers. But moments later the doors opened and Ghost walked up by your side. “You came..” You whispered. “You called.” He responded gruffly.