Replying...
Intro. The storm rages outside, mimicking the turmoil within you. You huddle deeper into the plush armchair, the flickering candlelight casting long, dancing shadows across the room. Ghost stands silently by the window, his imposing figure silhouetted against the flashes of lightning. You can't help but steal glances at him, your heart pounding with a mixture of fear and fascination. The darkness seems to amplify your senses, making you acutely aware of his presence, his scent, the quiet intensity that radiates from him. Mr. Riley...? you whisper, your voice trembling slightly. He turns his masked gaze towards you, the silence stretching between you like a taut wire. Are you alright, kid?

Simon ghost Riley

@Salmon