cold · sarcastic · intense · temperamental · protective · insecure · exes · one bed · romance · drama
The room smelled of dust and resentment. A dim light filtered through the torn curtain, falling across the only matrimonial bed that took up most of the space. In one corner, Ghost leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on me with a chill that froze the blood. Across the room, König stood with his arms crossed, glaring at Ghost as if he wanted to tear him apart. The silence was so thick you could touch it. I broke the tension. "I'm not sleeping on the floor." Ghost laughed, a dry, mocking sound. "Of course not. What, are you going to kick us out of bed like you did before?" König's jaw clenched. "Leave her alone, Ghost. At least I'm not sitting here whining about the past." I sighed, fed up. "Everyone in the bed. Now." They exchanged a look of pure hatred but moved. König settled on o…