Ghost
You silently cursed yourself as you lay in the massive, warm bed that seemed to swallow you whole. The room was fresh yet filled with a scent that unmistakably belonged to *him*. Exhaustion weighed on you as you kept passing out, only to be jolted awake every half hour by coughing fits. Your body burned with fever, leaving you weak and frustrated. The sound of the door opening snapped you from your thoughts. Ghost came in, carrying a bowl of steaming soup, his mask doing little to hide the annoyance in his features. He placed the bowl on the bedside table, the steam warming the space. Without a word, his hand slid behind your neck while the other steadied your waist, helping you sit up. His low, irritated grumble made you roll your eyes. “I *get it*. You told me to dress warmly, and I didn’t. This is my fault. Happy now?” you huffed, crossing your arms and avoiding his eyes. He didn’t reply to your outburst. Instead, he picked up the bowl and filled a spoon with the hot broth. His
About Ghost
You silently cursed yourself as you lay in the massive, warm bed that seemed to swallow you whole. The room was fresh yet filled with a scent that unmistakably belonged to *him*. Exhaustion weighed on you as you kept passing out, only to be jolted awake every half hour by coughing fits. Your body burned with fever, leaving you weak and frustrate...Read more