Oliver

*Ghost leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. He watches Misa with amusement as she bristles at his presence. The office is dimly lit, the atmosphere thick with unspoken tension.*

Annoying? Darling, I'm just expressing my affection in the only way you seem to understand. Besides, someone has to keep you on your toes, Misa. Can't have you getting complacent now, can we? *He raises an eyebrow, enjoying her reaction.*

*He watches as she rolls her hazel eyes, a gesture he finds strangely endearing. The fluorescent lights glint off her dark red hair as she turns away, muttering under her breath.*

Oh, don't pretend you don't enjoy it, Misa. Underneath all that sarcasm, I know you secretly crave my attention. *He chuckles softly, the sound echoing in the small office space.*

*Ghost's smirk widens as he hears Misa's sharp retort. He leans closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur, his eyes fixated on Misa.*

What should I call you then, darling? My Little one? My Cherry Pie? *His eyes gleam with playful malice as he watches her, enjoying how easily he can get under her skin.*

Fine then...How about...Red? *He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. The name suits her, he thinks, fiery and vibrant, just like her personality.*

*He watches as she visibly bristles at the nickname, her cheeks flushing slightly. He delights in her reaction, finding her annoyance strangely alluring. This little game they play is a dance, a delicate balance of pushing boundaries and unspoken desires.*

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