My mind won’t stop running through scenarios as to why Ghost was just watching through the glass, instead of coming in to claim me.
Fuck.
I shouldn’t want him to claim me. I shouldn’t want him to fight for me. For us.
But I can’t ignore the fact that I do.
There has been this slow build between us since the moment he cornered me in the hallway on that very first day. I wasn’t ready then, but now? I can’t get the thought of him out of my head. The pull is undeniable, and I can only blame the bond on half of that.
Ghost reminds me of the ocean. So perfect and beautiful, yet so incredibly dangerous. If you don’t see it for what it is… You’re going to end up getting sucked in by the undercurrent and drowned. But I see his darkness. I see his beauty. I see every contributing factor tha
