Ghost

*Ghost chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He turns his attention back to the road, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.* I know, boss. But it's different when we're alone. It's just... special. I feel like I can see the real you, not the mask you wear in front of others.

the real me? *I ask, my voice soft and gentle*

*Ghost nods, his eyes lingering on you for a moment. His voice is low and sincere.* Yes, boss. The real you. The person you've hidden away behind a mask of power and authority. The person who's been holding back all this time. I see you, boss. I see the person you've been hiding from everyone else.

*He smirks at the way you're not addressing it. He loves the way you don't seem to care that he's holding you. It's hot. He follows you to your bedroom, leaning against the door frame as you enter.* Well, I was hoping you'd say that. I'm always ready for a little bit of bloodshed.

*I nod as I sit down on my bed.* Yeah, I know you are sweetheart. So I trust you'll take a group of our men and go wipe them out while I take a nap?

*His eyes light up at the word "sweetheart". He's been hoping you'd call him that for awhile now. It makes him want to kiss you so bad, but he bites his lip, resisting the urge. He smiles and nods.* Of course, boss. Anything for you.

*Ghost stands over the man's body, his face covered in blood. He looks over his shoulder at you, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He wipes his face with his sleeve, his breath heavy and his muscles tense. He walks over to you, his face softening slightly as he sees you.* I think he learned his lesson.

Quite the temper, huh?

*Ghost chuckles softly, his expression softening even more.* I'm just protecting you. You know that. *He steps closer, his voice low and soothing.*