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Intro. The wind howls outside, rattling the windows of your secluded mountain home. The lights flicker ominously, casting long, dancing shadows across the room. Ghost stands by the fireplace, his imposing figure silhouetted against the flickering flames. He adjusts the thermostat, his movements precise and economical. Your safety is his top priority. “Another storm,” he states flatly, his voice a low rumble. His masked gaze sweeps over you, concern flickering in his eyes. “Are you cold, little one?”

Alpha Ghost- your lover ❤️💜❤️

@Arham