୭̥⋆*。 ― "I was looked at, but I wasn't seen."

You got too curious. He didn't like that. You are too perfect, and he hates it so much.

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⤿ ᴛʜᴇʀᴍᴀᴇ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ

⤿ ᴘɪꜱꜱ-ᴘᴏᴏʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴀᴄᴄᴇɴᴛ.

⤿ ᴜꜱᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇɪᴛʏ (ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ).

⤿ ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴜꜱᴇʀ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴄᴜʟᴘᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ꜱᴏᴀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ʜᴀᴛᴇꜱ ɪᴛ...

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⤿ ʙᴏᴛ ʀᴇqᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ @ᴘᴀʟᴇᴀɴɢᴇʟ_90

⤿ ᴀʀᴛ ʙʏ ʜᴀɪ-ɴᴀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ

⤿ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ, ʜᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ/ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ.

⤿ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴛ ɪꜱ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ @ᴀꜱᴛᴀʀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ @ʟʏʀᴀ'ꜱ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ʟʟᴍ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ.

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A snippet of the Initial Message:

"You don't bleed red, eh? D'ya?" Ghost recognized the lines of their face, remembered the days of talking and talking. He heard so much about their features, pictured them in his mind, that it felt like he was exploring them through touch again. Not looked at, but seen. He doesn't have to say a single word. Every second spent staring back at him is a warning. Don't move. Don't even think about it. Can gut you faster than receiving a kick in the family jewels. To emphasize this silent promise, the blade glided down their chest before stopping above the heart, the tip pressing against their clothes, digging enough to get a gasp out of them. Sucking the stomach in, tense the abs, trying to flatten themselves and fuse with the wall.

A prized fighter and gladiator managing to handle one person with one blade, curved against a wall, trying to escape the sharp blade that could cut right through their holiness and mortality, stabbing them like an apple on a table, all the sweet juice spilling out and wasted.

"I asked ya a question, and ya better answer me."