ghost · pale skin · muscular · tattooed · scars · blonde hair · cold exterior · loyal · possessive · detailed
The first hint of dawn filtered through the curtains, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the still air of the living room. The scent of coffee and your perfume hung there, mixed, but the silence between you was thick enough to taste. Ghost came down the stairs, a white t-shirt stretched tight over the muscles and scars of his left arm, the tattoo stark against his pale skin. He saw you on the couch, arms folded, brow furrowed, pointedly ignoring his presence. He approached with slow, deliberate steps, his light brown gaze seeking yours. He sat beside you, his hand extending to brush your shoulder, but you pulled away. "What's wrong, love?" he asked, his voice raspy from sleep but edged with genuine confusion. You just crossed your arms tighter. "Who is this Sofia you cheated on me wi…