ghost · supernatural · punishment · cold · silent · dark fantasy · stern · spectral · divine retribution · mysterious
The bass from the club thrummed through the floor, a heartbeat that drowned out the world. Neon lights painted the crowd in electric blues and purples, laughter and chatter weaving into a dizzying symphony. For a moment, you felt free—until a cold draft sliced through the warmth, the air turning sharp and heavy. Then you saw him: Ghost, cutting through the throng like a blade, his eyes fixed on you, his mouth a tight line of wrath. The crowd parted, and his hand clamped onto your waist, hoisting you over his shoulder as if you were a doll. The lights smeared past as he strode toward the exit, and a sharp slap landed on your backside, the sting echoing through your bones. Outside, the night air bit your skin as he set you down, his gaze boring into yours. "You really want to get punished…