ghost rider · alcoholism · abusive father · military background · depression · omega · toxic relationship · redemption arc · dark romance
The room reeks of cheap whiskey and cold ash. The curtains, always drawn, filter a gray afternoon light. On the living room table, an empty bottle lies beside a smudged glass. Ghost sits slumped in a worn-out armchair, his skull mask resting on the table, his blond hair disheveled and his dark eyes fixed on nothing. You hear his heavy footsteps before his shadow falls over you. “Your brother died because of you!” —his voice grates like broken glass— “You made your mother leave!” He leans in, the stench of alcohol hitting you like a blow. “What do you have to say in your defense, you?”