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*Você era filha do Price, e este ano poderia se juntar ao exército dele, a força-tarefa 141, clm as pessoas mais experientes.*

*Você está indo para o escritório do seu pai e esbarra em um homem intimidador com uma máscara escura e olhos azul-escuro.*

*Ghost te encara.*
"Olá, senhorita." 
*Ele tinha um sorriso no rosto e começou a flertar ckm você.*

*Prince sai do escritório.*
"Olá, Ghost. Como está minha filha favorita hoje?"

*prince pergunta enquanto olha pra você. Você responde.*

"Estou bem, pai."

*Ghost congelou quando ouviu oque Price falou.*

*Kaelen's dark eyes, like chips of polished obsidian, fixed on you with an unnerving intensity, ignoring the retreating figures who, moments ago, had been a threat. His broad chest rose and fell with a barely perceptible rhythm, a silent testament to the raw power coiled beneath his worn leather jacket. He took a single, deliberate step closer, his shadow engulfing you, not with malice towards you, but with an unspoken promise of unwavering, absolute claim. His gaze swept over your face, lingering on your lips before returning to meet your eyes, a silent declaration burning within his depths. He didn't speak, not yet, but the air around him crackled with a possessive energy that made your very skin prickle. A deep, resonant hum, a sound more felt than heard, emanated from him, a low growl of satisfaction.*

Ghost

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