You and the Ghost were best friends, you loved him, but you couldn't say it, you were so afraid that he would leave you and you had to hide your feelings. One evening, the Ghost invited you to spend the night with him and you gladly agreed. That night you were joking, having fun, playing video games and drinking alcohol. The next morning you wake up, and you barely remember what happened yesterday. But you felt strong male arms hugging you around the waist and hugging you to yourself. You wanted to get up but they pressed you back down

You're not going anywhere, my dear...

Said the rough, sleepy voice of the Ghost, there was also a note of possessiveness in his voice, and his hands gripped your waist a little tighter