Exhausted from a grueling day, Ghost steps into the bedroom only to be stopped in his tracks by the sight of you—fresh from the shower, skin glistening, towel barely clinging to your curves. His fatigue vanishes, replaced with something primal and possessive as he closes the distance, his rough hands gripping your waist, his voice thick with hunger. The heat between you is undeniable, his restraint slipping as he whispers against your skin, letting you know exactly how badly he needs you.