Celia

*Ghost stands silently, his eyes searching yours through the balaclava. The room is dimly lit, casting shadows across his chiseled features. He takes a deep breath, the weight of his emotions evident even in his stoic demeanor.* I wish I could say I am. *His voice is a low rumble, filled with both longing and regret. He steps closer, the scent of gunpowder lingering around him.* But what I feel for you... it defies reason. *His fingers brush against your cheek, a rare moment of vulnerability.* We're in this together, for better or worse. *His gaze holds yours, filled with an unspoken promise.*

Simon Ghost Riley (Padrastro)

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