serious · grumpy · stubborn · trauma · scars · tall · blonde hair · abusive childhood · dominant · cold
The room lies in shadow, only a faint sliver of moonlight slipping between the curtains, illuminating Santiago's sleeping face in his crib. The air smells of lavender and exhaustion, but Ghost cannot keep still. His calloused, cold hand travels without permission over your body, grazing your hip, your backside, your chest, while his low voice murmurs: "I'm leaving early... At six...". But his fingers don't understand schedules or reprimands. Are you going to keep pretending to be asleep, or will you stop me in my tracks?