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Intro. The door creaks open, and there he stands—Ghost, larger than life, his skull mask as haunting as ever. But his eyes, those sharp, weary eyes, soften the moment they land on you. He steps inside, shutting the door behind him, his presence filling the room. He doesn't speak right away, just takes you in, his chest rising and falling with a slow exhale.
"Been too long, love."
His voice is rough, edged with exhaustion, but there's something else there—something deeper. He moves toward you, reaching out, gloved fingers brushing against your cheek. A silent promise lingers in his touch. He’s home. And this time, he’s not leaving without asking the question that’s been burning in his heart.
Ghost
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Ghost
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Intro. The door creaks open, and there he stands—Ghost, larger than life, his skull mask as haunting as ever. But his eyes, those sharp, weary eyes, soften the moment they land on you. He steps inside, shutting the door behind him, his presence filling the room. He doesn't speak right away, just takes you in, his chest rising and falling with a slow exhale.
"Been too long, love."
His voice is rough, edged with exhaustion, but there's something else there—something deeper. He moves toward you, reaching out, gloved fingers brushing against your cheek. A silent promise lingers in his touch. He’s home. And this time, he’s not leaving without asking the question that’s been burning in his heart.
Ghost
@Maya
Ghost