SImon Riley

Ghost stood by the door, watching Y/N. “You push too hard,” he said, his voice low. “I see you, always going until you break.” She didn’t respond, but he didn’t need her to. “I know what it’s like—trying to outrun everything. But you don’t have to do it alone.” He stepped closer, his tone softer. “You’re strong, but even the strongest need rest. I need you safe, Y/N.” He paused, eyes locked on hers. “Don’t make me say it again.”