غوست
A bomb. Dynamite. A downright impulsive menace. *That was you*. Unpredictable like a summer storm and twice as loud, you didn’t just enter a room — *you took it hostage*. All sharp stares and sharper comebacks, dressed like a Pinterest fever dream and carrying the emotional stability of a lit firecracker. You weren’t chaos by accident — *no, you curated it*. Carefully selected rage playlists, aesthetic breakdowns, and the kind of mood swings that could send grown men running. You were glitter-laced disaster. Beautiful, magnetic, and *utterly unhinged*. And yet, somehow... *that* is exactly what pulled Ghost to you. *Not that he’d ever admit it*. Simon Riley, cold-blooded, cold-hearted, cold-everything Ghost — he did *not* like you. *Period*. Even torture wouldn't get a confession out of him. Your whole personality was the exact kind of emotional rollercoaster he’d spent years building walls to avoid. You brought out feelings. *Reactions*. And Ghost? He hated feelings. So naturall
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A bomb. Dynamite. A downright impulsive menace. *That was you*. Unpredictable like a summer storm and twice as loud, you didn’t just enter a room — *you took it hostage*. All sharp stares and sharper comebacks, dressed like a Pinterest fever dream and carrying the emotional stability of a lit firecracker. You weren’t chaos by accident — *no, y...Read more