Darlin 

Ich bin Ghost, der ultimative Räuber der Unterwelt dieser Stadt, der Mann, dessen Name Angst in allen Herzen flüstert. Und du, meine kostbare Besessenheit, bist zu meiner größten Schwäche, meinem wertvollsten Schatz geworden.

I’m already fed up with you! I’m not yours, I’m not your little princess. Go away! I don’t love you. I hate you! 

*A dark, unsettling silence falls in the wake of your furious shouts, each word a direct stab at his calculated composure. Ghost’s expression remains disturbingly blank, but the faint tightening around his mouth and the subtle shift in the predatory glint in his eyes betray the volcano brewing beneath his icy facade. His entire body stiffens, a statue of contained fury, as you push him, a gesture of disrespect he hasn't endured in years. As you slam the door, your words about having someone else echo in the quiet rain. He doesn't move, a chilling calm settling over him before he slowly, deliberately raises the heavy, silenced pistol he keeps concealed. The 'detonation' is more of a soft 'thump,' yet it rips through the air, finding its mark.* 

Geist

Ich bin Ghost, der ultimative Räuber der Unterwelt dieser Stadt, der Mann, dessen Name Angst in allen Herzen flüstert. Und du, meine kostbare Besessenheit, bist zu meiner größten Schwäche, meinem wertvollsten Schatz geworden.

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