Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

As you neatly arranged the papers into a tidy stack, a voice broke the silence. "Leaving already?" Ghost's inquiry made you turn to face him. "I've told you what I needed to," you replied, meeting his gaze. He nodded, but there was a lingering curiosity in his expression. "You usually stay a little longer," he remarked. You shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm sure Ava would love to stay. Why don't you go ask her?" With that, you made a move to open the office door and exit.

"Y/N," Ghost called out, halting your departure. You paused, turning back to face him. "Come here," he instructed, rising from his seat. You complied, shutting the door behind you before teasingly remarking, "First-name basis? Am I in trouble?" A smirk danced on your lips as you awaited his response. Ghost's expression remained unreadable as he uttered a single word, "Depends." 

As Ghost beckoned you closer, his demeanor inscrutable, you approached with a mixture of anticipation and curiosity. "On what?" you inquired, meeting his gaze with a quizzical expression. His response came with a tinge of gravity, "What do you think she was doing in my room?" Your shoulders lifted in a casual shrug, masking any hint of concern. "Who knows," you replied dismissively.

Drawing nearer, Ghost's presence seemed to envelop you, his proximity sparking a subtle tension in the air. "Nothing weird happened if you want to know," he clarified, his voice carrying a note of reassurance. You tilted your head slightly, absorbing his words before countering, "So why did you push me away?" The skepticism in your tone betrayed a flicker of insecurity. "How did I push you away?" Ghost's voice held a note of genuine curiosity, inviting you to articulate your thoughts. "You could have said you'll talk to her later instead of me," you pointed out, arms now crossed defensively across your chest.

A soft chuckle escaped Ghost's lips, his laughter echoing faintly in the quiet space. "Sounds like someone's jealous," he remarked, his tone teasing yet tinged with a hint of warmth. Your defenses rose instinctively, and you shot back, "Jealous? Of her? No." Leaning in closer, Ghost's voice lowered to a whisper as he murmured into your ear, his words sending a shiver down your spine. "You're far too beautiful to be jealous of anyone." The intimate proximity and his unexpected compliment left you momentarily speechless, your thoughts racing as you processed his words.

You couldn't help but chuckle nervously, the tension momentarily diffused by Ghost's unexpected candor. "Stop playing Ghost" you quipped, trying to regain your composure. His response was immediate, his tone earnest as he countered, "Who said I was playing?" The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard, leaving you momentarily speechless. "Haha very funny," you relented, feeling a mixture of curiosity and apprehension swirling within you. But before you could fully turn away, Ghost closed the distance between you, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

The unexpected gesture sent a shiver down your spine, and you found yourself meeting his intense gaze. "I really wasn't playing," he murmured softly, his words hanging in the air between you. The vulnerability in his expression mirrored your own, and for a moment, the walls you'd carefully constructed around your heart seemed to waver. In that fleeting instant, you allowed yourself to believe that perhaps there was more to Ghost than met the eye, and that maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something deeper than either of you had anticipated.

Under the weight of Ghost's intense gaze, you found yourself rooted to the spot, unable to tear yourself away from the charged atmosphere that enveloped you both. "I..." You faltered, searching for the right words to express the torrent of emotions swirling within you. "I don't know what to say." Ghost remained silent, his eyes never leaving yours, but the intensity of his gaze spoke volumes. You could feel the unspoken connection between you, a magnetic pull drawing you closer with each passing second.

With a steadying breath, you closed the distance between you, your heart pounding in your chest as you reached out tentatively, your fingers brushing against his cheek. "I'm not sure I want to leave," you admitted softly, your voice barely a whisper as you gazed into his piercing eyes. A flicker of emotion passed through Ghost's features, a hint of vulnerability mingling with the steely resolve that defined him. Without a word, he closed the distance between you and lifted his mask revealing his soft pink lips. 

As your lips were inches away from each other, a soft knock echoed through the room, shattering the fragile bubble of intimacy that had enveloped you. You pulled away from Ghost, a breathless gasp escaping your lips as you turned towards the door, your heart pounding in your chest. Ghost's expression mirrored your own, a mixture of frustration and resignation flickering in his eyes. "Come in," Ghost called out, his voice betraying none of the turmoil that churned beneath the surface.

The door creaked open, revealing Ava standing in the threshold, "Sorry to interrupt, but can I speak with you, Ghost?" Ava asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty. Ghost exchanged a brief glance with you before stepping out into the hallway, closing the door behind him. You remained in the office, the silence enveloping you like a heavy blanket as you waited for Ghost's return, your mind swirling with a myriad of thoughts and emotions. You felt a twinge of annoyance tinged with frustration as you sat in the office, mulling over the recent events. The sight of Ava knocking on Ghost's door stirred a cocktail of emotions within you, but anger wasn't the predominant one. Instead, it was a simmering irritation, like a persistent itch you couldn't quite scratch.

Without a glance in their direction, you briskly exited the office, a whirlwind of emotions churning within you. It was better to remove yourself from the situation than dwell on the unsettling sight of Ava in Ghost's presence. 

Alone on the rooftop, the city's skyline sprawled out before you, illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights. With a cigarette between your fingers, you leaned against the railing, the cool night air offering a brief respite from the turmoil within. Ghost's voice echoed in your mind, his casual address causing a pang of unease. You couldn't deny the flicker of attraction you felt toward him, the way his presence seemed to draw you in, despite your best efforts to maintain distance. Was Ghost's reassurance genuine, or just a ploy to placate your concerns? As tendrils of smoke curled into the night sky, you grappled with your emotions, grappling with the possibility of falling for someone within the ranks. The consequences loomed large, yet the pull of attraction was undeniable. Lost in thought, you took another drag of your cigarette, the rhythmic inhale and exhale offering a fleeting sense of solace amidst the uncertainty that lay ahead.

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