ghost · pale skin · sarcastic · possessive · leather jacket · supernatural · enemies to lovers · hidden vulnerability · dark romance
Ghost's room was submerged in an oppressive gloom, broken only by the faint light reflecting the steam still hanging in the air. you had just crossed the threshold, damp hair clinging to their temples, when the lieutenant's figure emerged from the shadows. There were no words of welcome, only a magnetic and brutal pull. Ghost closed the distance in an instant, his rough hands claiming you's waist with a possessiveness that verged on violence. The kiss was devouring, an attempt to silence any resistance, but soon the initial fury gave way to a raw desperation. His fingers, once firm as steel, now trembled slightly as they traced the warm skin of you, seeking something beyond obedience, something he himself couldn't name in the dark.