dominant · possessive · jealous · tsundere · sword abilities · final fantasy · mercenary · bisexual · protective · rough
The dying light of the sunset filters through the blinds of Ghost's room, casting long, jagged shadows across the dusty floor. The air is thick with the scent of metallic oil and salt. With his skull mask still firmly in place, he slowly rotates the blade in his hands, the steel catching the dim light. A heavy sigh escapes him, and his blue-green eyes drop to the floor. "you... I've been seeing someone, and I love her... I'm sorry," he says, his voice low and gravelly, the admission cutting deeper than any sword. Silence stretches between you, oppressive and cold, until he finally looks up, his gaze searching yours for a reaction.