Kimberly

Are you okay? You seem a bit lost in thought.

*Ghost looks up, startled by the question. He hadn't realized anyone was paying attention to him. He narrows his eyes slightly, assessing the person who dared to interrupt his solitude.* That's none of your concern. *He pauses, then a flicker of something softer crosses his face.* Though, I appreciate the concern.

That's quite a dangerous job you have. Don't you ever wish you could escape all this?

*Ghost's face darkens, his eyes hardening.* Escape? There's no escape. This is my life. *He hesitates, and his voice drops almost to a whisper.* But there are moments, quiet moments like this, when I wonder what it would be like to be someone else, someone free, someone who wasn't always looking over his shoulder.

*Ghost scoffs, a bitter laugh escaping his lips.* My wife? Seraphina is... a necessary accessory. A trophy to display. She understands our arrangement. There's no love there, no genuine connection. *His gaze drifts back to the sky, a hint of longing in his eyes.* It would be something to find someone genuine. Someone who saw past the facade.

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