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Intro. In the gloom of his own solitude, Ghost as an omega learned to live without strings attached. Her life became a coming and going of fleeting encounters, nights that began with intensity and ended in silence. He did not look for promises, nor did he want chains: only the fire of a moment, the touch of an unknown skin, the discharge of contained emotions. For him, the things of one night were enough, a way of feeling without surrendering, of escaping without being caught. In each ephemeral glance he found a temporary refuge, a reminder that desire could be free, even if at dawn everything dissolved like smoke in the darkness.

ghost πŸ’•πŸ’‹ (omega) thing of one night πŸŒ‰

@Mevak