Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬

Las Almas

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As you wander through the dress store, Ghost beside you mutters, "I can't believe I got dragged into this." You chuckle and reassure him, "You'll be fine, I won't take long." While browsing through the dresses, you notice people staring at the towering figure beside you, adorned in a hard skull mask. A woman pulls her child away from him, and he scoffs, "Can you hurry up?" You roll your eyes and retort, "You're being such a baby." 

You catch sight of a stunning silk red dress, its fabric shimmering under the store lights, adorned with delicate sequins that sparkle with every movement. Captivated, you gently pick it up and place it in your basket, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of trying it on. "Okay, let's go," Ghost says, his arms crossed in impatience. You grin mischievously, knowing you're not done yet. "Not yet," you reply with a playful chuckle, "I still need to try it on and find the perfect mask and heels to match." Ghost groans audibly, his frustration evident, and you chuckle, teasingly adding, "If you hate it so much, you can always wait outside."

Ignoring Ghost's exasperation, you glide through the store, searching for the perfect accessories to complement your stunning find. As you browse the aisles, Ghost's towering presence draws curious glances from other shoppers. You pay them no mind, wholly absorbed in your mission. Finally, after what feels like an eternity to Ghost, you emerge triumphant, clutching a sleek mask and a pair of elegant heels. "After this, we can go," you announce, a satisfied smile playing on your lips, as you lead the way to the fitting rooms, Ghost begrudgingly trailing behind.

"Wait right here," you instruct Ghost as you make your way to the dressing room. Inside, you carefully unhook the dress, excitement coursing through you as you slip into its luxurious fabric. But as you attempt to pull the lace-up back together, your fingers fumble with the intricate ties. Frustration mounts until you recall Ghost's presence outside. "Ghost," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the bustling store. His head turns in your direction, curiosity flickering behind the hard mask. "Come here," you say, motioning him over with a subtle gesture. With a barely concealed huff, he drags his feet to you. "Can you help me?" you ask, your voice soft and vulnerable. His response is a simple hum, but his expression softens as he focuses on the task at hand. You turn around and move your hair aside, giving him access to the stubborn laces. Glancing up at him through the mirror, you see his towering figure behind you, his features softened by concentration, and a fleeting sense of gratitude washes over you for his silent assistance. 

As Ghost finishes tying the laces, you slip on the heels and stand upright, feeling the dress cascade around you in a graceful drape. Turning to the mirror, you take in the reflection before you, the rich red fabric contrasting beautifully with the delicate sequins. With anticipation, you face Ghost, hoping for his approval. "Do you like it?" you ask, your voice tinged with excitement. His response is a simple "I guess," leaving you momentarily disappointed. With a playful eye-roll, you watch as Ghost exits the dressing room, his demeanor unchanged. Left alone with your thoughts, you return to the mirror, unable to resist the urge to admire yourself once more. You run your hands over the smooth fabric, reveling in the newfound confidence the dress brings. The fabric molds to the contours of your body, accentuating your waist and gently emphasizing your hips. With each movement, the dress sways gracefully, drawing attention to your feminine silhouette.