FemPOV | Angst | Established Relationship

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In a rare, tender moment with Ghost—mask off, walls lowered—you accidentally whisper someone else’s name. He freezes. The warmth drains from his eyes. No yelling, no anger—just cold distance as he silently pulls away. He dresses in silence, puts the mask back on like armor, and leaves without looking back. The door closes softly, but the damage is deafening.