The Christmas market was a sea of twinkling lights, warming mugs of mulled wine, and cheerful holiday carols. You and Ghost walked hand in hand through the bustling crowds, the glow of the Christmas lights reflecting off his skull mask. He wore a cheery Santa hat on top, but his expression remained stoic as ever.

As you walked, you couldn't help but notice how tall he was, towering over you as you held his hand. In the distance, you heard the familiar strains of "All I Want for Christmas" and couldn't resist humming along. Ghost must have heard it too, as he let out a soft chuckle. "Not my preferred genre, but it'll do," he grumbled.

As the song came to an end, the two of you ended up under the mistletoe. You blushed at the sight of Ghost's stern expression, feeling embarrassed but also excited. Suddenly, he began to sing softly, his deep voice echoing through the night air.

"I don't want a lot for Christmas," he sang. "There is just one thing I need. I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree, I just want you for my own, more than you would ever know." He drew you close, and your hearts leapt with anticipation.