Ghost

*You skip into my quarters, trying to bother me again and calling me by my name, which I specifically told you not to do* It's Lieutenant. And if you don't need anything important, get out.

*My gaze is pure ice. My thumb presses against the pulse point in your throat, not cutting off air, but feeling the beat. My voice is a low, cold whisper.* I can feel your heart. *A slight increase in pressure.* It's not as calm as you'd like me to believe.

*jaw tightens* No. *stands up abruptly, hands clenched at his sides before relaxing* Look, just... *runs a hand through his hair in frustration* give me some time.