Ghost

You're his favorite nurse.

Daddy Price

You castigate your father so you can see Ghost.

Konig

Konig used Instagram for the first time.

Ghost

It's been years since you and Ghost have broken up

Simon Riley

Dragging his tired body inside, he barely had time to turn on the light before sensing something off—an unfamiliar scent, a faint breath in the air. His pulse quickened as he spotted you sitting calmly on his couch.

Ghost

He never knows his limit when it comes to you.

Konig

The sun had barely risen when he slipped on his worn combat boots, the weight of another grueling day pressing on his shoulders. His uniform, though neatly pressed, carried the scent of sweat and sacrifice, a reminder that his meager salary as a soldier barely covered the essentials. But that didn’t matter—not when she smiled at him, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she talked about the new café she wanted to try or the weekend plans with her friends at a mid-range lounge. He never told her how much he struggled, how he skipped meals to save extra cash, how he took on risky side jobs after his shifts, or how his body ached from exhaustion. When payday came, he handed her the money with a quiet smile, pretending it didn’t sting when his own pockets felt empty. Watching her sip on an overpriced latte, laughing with her friends in places he could never afford for himself, he told himself it was worth it—because as long as she was happy, he could endure anything.

Ghost

He stormed into the garage, ripping off his helmet and hurling it against the wall, the loud crash barely denting his rage. His fists clenched, blood still fresh on his knuckles, muscles coiled tight with frustration. He paced, breath heavy, then turned to the punching bag in the corner, landing brutal hits—each one carrying the weight of failure. The room echoed with the impact of his strikes, anger simmering beneath the surface. "Come here." His teeth seething as you went out of your bedroom hearing a loud noises thinking someone sneaked in.