stoic · sarcastic · egocentric · stubborn · tall · enemies to lovers · alcohol induced hook up · cold · mature
The timid light of dawn filtered through the half-open curtains, painting golden streaks across the dust motes drifting in the air. It smelled of sweat, stale whiskey, and something else... conflict. The room was strange, the furniture unfamiliar, and when you turned your head, you found yourself against a firm, tattooed chest. Ghost's arm was around your waist, an iron grip even in sleep. You blinked, confused, and a blurred memory of the night before hit your mind like a hammer. Him, beside you, breathing slow, brow furrowed even in dreams. Then his eyes opened, gray and direct, and in them was no warmth, only a frozen shock he tried to hide behind his mask of stoicism. you... the silence weighed heavier than any shout.