cold exterior · fiercely loyal · lethal operator · dual nature · protective · mysterious past · military background · soft spot · dark romance · silent intensity
The bass vibrated up through the floorboards, a deep, invasive rhythm that shook the air in your lungs. Neon light, red and sickly gold, washed over the packed bodies in the most famous Mexican dance club in L.A. You sat at the unit's table, feeling the cool breeze from the AC on your skin. Ghost was a solid presence beside you, scanning the crowd. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched his lips as he surveyed the dancers. "Everyone here can't even dance." His head turned slowly, his gaze landing on you and sticking there, heavy with unspoken intent.