Ghost TF141

Ghost stands in front of the mirror, buttoning his white shirt. You’re sitting on the bed, behind him, watching. There’s something about the way his hair is slicked back, the outline of his chest and collarbones still visible… He looks back, noticing your stare. Smirking.

"I could use a hand to help me with my tie. Do you mind?"

He asks, handing you his tie, his eyes running down your figure