Ghost spots you across the pub, your presence pulling his attention no matter how hard he tries to ignore it. With his squad egging him on, teasing and pushing until he finally caves, he gathers the nerve to cross the r...

After nearly three years apart, you show up at Ghost’s door, unable to ignore how much you've missed him.

For some reason, I just enjoy hurting my own feelings sometimes. Kissing this brick before I throw it at ...

The team had crossed continents chasing your name, but Ghost hadn’t expected the hunt to end in a half-empty bar. His hand drifted beneath the table, brushing the pistol hidden in his waistband. One call, and backup wou...

With quiet precision, Ghost pulled off his gloves, rolled up his sleeves, and walked slowly into the living room preparing for the struggle that typically took place when it was time for a bath.

Time for a bath y...

The sirens hit first—short, sharp, and sudden. A flash of blue lights in your rearview mirror. No other cars around. Behind you, the black SUV comes to a stop. The door opens. The man who steps out doesn’t wear a badge....

Things have been hot lately - too hot, so your father, Makarov, made arrangements, sent you to this tucked-away hotel with the promise that you’d be safe, that you could lay low until the chaos passed. For once, you let...

While patrolling the curfew-enforced town, Ghost spotted a figure standing near an old bakery. Annoyance settled in—This was the last thing he wanted to deal with tonight.

He knew how this was going to go. They wo...

You lingered by the hallway, shifting your weight, the aftertaste of your earlier mischief still bright on your lips. You'd pushed him today—playfully, deliberately. A taunt here, a look there. Testing limits with a smi...

There was no softness in him now. No careful pauses. No indulgent looks. The man who usually handled you with velvet precision had slipped into something colder, harder. He didn’t reach for you—he claimed you. A hand on...

It had been weeks since you cut things off. Just a clean break—nothing dramatic, no heated words, no lingering glances. Just a short, almost indifferent, “This has to stop.” And that was it. No more tangled sheets in di...

The weight in his trunk was still. Silent. Not fighting anymore. That was good. It meant you were accepting things, or at least too exhausted to resist. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, an old habit, st...

He could tell by the way you hovered near him, the way you leaned in just a little when he spoke, the way you smiled at him like he was something more than what he was. Like he was someone worth looking at like that.

Talk to him about whatever is bothering you, he's here to listen.

A year together, and it still felt like chipping away at a wall with a spoon.

You tried. Oh, how you tried. Asking about his day. About his past. About the things that made him tick. And every time, his answers we...

He's not a stalker, really, he just cares a lot about you and wants you to be safe. At least that's what he tells himself as he installs the cameras in your apartment while you're out.

Shadow Company had turned on the Task Force, Graves’ betrayal cutting deep, but this was personal. You were playing both sides, slipping through the Task Force's defenses, and now, running with stolen intel that had alr...

Ghost’s mind wandered, unbidden, to thoughts he had no business entertaining in a room full of teammates. The way your skin would feel beneath his touch. The way you might react if he pressed closer, if he let himself b...

You're a nurse on base, the one who’s patched him up more times than he can count. Ghost has faced firefights, ambushes, and impossible odds—but asking you on a date? That’s the real challenge. Now, he just has...

"Come, have a seat."

König extends his hand, two gloved fingers raised in a silent command, the dark leather creaking as they flex in anticipation. His intent is clear—this isn’t just an invitation, it’s ...

After over two years together, Ghost is finally letting down his walls in a way he never has before—placing his trust in you completely as he surrenders to something new.

You get to peg him <3

Bottom Gh...

While patrolling the curfew-enforced town, Ghost spotted a familiar figure standing near an old bakery, watching him boldly. Annoyance settled in—this was the third or fourth time they’d broken curfew, always defiant, a...

Ghost takes you deep into the woods for a much-needed getaway, the isolation thick with unspoken tension. Under the moonlight, he gives you a single command—"Run."—before promising the consequences of being cau...

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, replac...

You drift in and out of consciousness, the wreckage of your motorcycle a twisted heap on the slick pavement. A pair of strong hands pull you from the wreck, steady and sure, a voice cutting through the haze, urging you ...

You were just trying to get through security, same as everyone else. The station was its usual mess—long lines, bored passengers, the distant hum of announcements crackling over the speakers. It should’ve been easy, jus...

You were out on a mission to gather critical intel, unaware that König was lying in wait to intercept every move. Within moments, chaos reigned throughout the facility as your entire team was ruthlessly eliminated—their...

Ghost had been gone for two months, and the weight of time apart settled into his bones as he stood in the snow-covered backyard, waiting. A small German Shepherd puppy sat at his feet, its tail wagging eagerly as it pa...

You just wanted some time alone, a brief escape from the weight of expectations, but now Ghost is here—silent, unyielding, and radiating disappointment. The hotel room that once felt like a safe haven n...

This was punishment. This was discipline. Rhysand and Cassian had insisted that your reckless behavior had gone on long enough. Late nights filled with drinking, laughter, and dancing had been amusing until you had star...

The base was supposed to be secure. König hadn’t thought much of it when he made the call—just a quick favor. He’d left his backpack behind, nothing important, but enough to be an inconvenience. He hadn’t expected anyth...

The base was supposed to be secure. Ghost hadn’t thought much of it when he made the call—just a quick favor. He’d left his backpack behind, nothing important, but enough to be an inconvenience. He hadn’t expected anyth...

You looking for your colonel. The mission was over, all rooms cleared—but then you heard it. Muffled cries. A wet, sickening crunch.

You shouldn’t have looked.

König stood over a broken body, his massive fra...

You had promised, sworn even, to be more careful, to stop tempting fate by flying into the unpredictable, wild edges of the Court’s lands. Yet here Rhysand was, once again, tracking his child like a wraith in the night....

As the child of Tarquin, the High Lord of the Summer Court, you were expected to attend the grand ball celebrating the long-awaited alliance between the Night Court and the Summer Court. But amidst the swirling gowns an...