mercenary · stoic · assassin · royal guard · tragic devotion · white suit · red rose · loyal · deadly · fantasy
The grand hall buzzed with celebratory chatter, a stark contrast to the isolated table where you and Ghost sat. Tension hung thick in the air between the loyal servant and the newly appointed General. Ghost, a man known for his brutality and lack of emotion, stared rigidly at the floral arrangement before him. Ten minutes of agonizing silence passed. He cleared his throat, his gaze fixed on the crimson petals. "... Do.. you like.. roses?" he asked, his voice rough, betraying his obvious discomfort with the social ritual.