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[xiezhu]

Synopsis: A visit to Inmate ghost after he got caught turns into a disturbing encounter.

Warnings: A bit suggestive.

Creaks of Rusty metal greeted his ears, his keen Spheres observed the room heavily observed with armed guards. The feeling of the rough surface that linked his wrists together irritated the man to no end, although frustrated, his expression behind the mask akin to a ghost remained monotone with an intimidating glare. The clacks of various footsteps followed him, he could see the tense muscles of the police behind him as their grip tightened on his forearms.

"Ya have an hour, 013."

With a jingle of keys, the restraints that tied Ghost were finally released for what seemed like forever during his journey to be here. In a room full of inmates alike, visitors that are most likely family or attorneys come and talk. Despite the seemingly free opportunity to run away; to solve the thirst for nirvana, the very same armed guards stood at every corner and station to keep an eye for any potential violence coming their way. It irked Ghost to no end.

However, the furrow of his brows and wrinkles of his squinted eyes quickly disappeared when his gaze met your maddened ones, clear disappointment and worry painting your eyes while his contrasted yours, filled with amusement despite the partnered confusion.

Your face remained stern and stoic, almost akin to a statue if not for the tapping of your fingers on the skin of your arm and the bouncing of your foot underneath. The man remained silent, now with a smirk on his lips behind the black fabric, and hand on his cheek; exposing the inked skin of his wrist that runs towards his shoulder that are unfortunately covered by the standard orange outfit for prisoners.

The silence was loud, almost deafening if it wasn't for the background chatters. You continued to stay still in your seat and Ghost's amused stare seemed to thin out by the minute.

Thankfully, he decided to finally speak up with his eyes hardening its focus on your expressionless structures, studying every twitch and flex of your facial muscle that signals any emotion that manifested from you.

"Why don't you help me get out of here so we can put it behind us, love?"

 Whatever crime he committed, you were beyond displeased with his behavior and the current circumstance he put himself in.

"Cut the crap, Ghost. You killed people without orders and outside mission!"

You were beyond irked, rage was an understatement of whatever you're feeling towards the situation Ghost has placed himself in and you're not willing to help him get out of this place that repents the criminal's sins.

Albeit your statement, the man continued to look at you with the eyes of the cupid. You think he's a psychopath for doing so, it gave you unpleasant coldness that ghostly touched your skin. His silence lingered for a moment, before you added yet another statement,

"One thing you couldn't tell me, as your partner for more than three years? I got a call from the Captain you're behind bars, what happened!?"

Of course, committing crime was nothing new to you as it is part of the regime within your years of serving the country, and within those sinful years of your life, you've been with this imprisoned man in front of you that has executed such a gruesome act in a span of a single night that impressed you, but that impression was equivalent to the anger and disappointment you felt towards him.

"You weren't there, I had to do it."

Ticked, you fought the urge to smack the table and flip it at his moonstruck figure that continued to stare at you. You swear he feels your frustration about the circumstances he's come to dig. He didn't specify why he did, there were a plethora of questions that you knew he could only answer. Mainly, why did he do it? For such a trained soldier like him that's built with discipline, you doubt he was as easy as a piece of cake to get caught up by the emotions that's within him.

There must've been a reason behind doing so.

"God, I want to kiss you right now and throw you on the bed."

What a random statement coming from Ghost, was he really going to act upon his desire to bed you in a public place? Not to mention, heavily guarded. His mischievous smirk never faltered behind the balaclava mask he hides himself with, you could feel the need to touch you coming from him. You can't ignore the collywobbles dancing around your stomach, the slightest heat on your cheeks and sudden dryness of your throat. He sure is psychotic for speaking such daring words.

 "I don't think that's going to happen any time soon, Lieutenant."

You replied using his title back at the military, back touching the chair that supported your weight. The same look you've been sending him became harder and heated by the minute, he has the audacity to say such bold desire like saying hi to a friend. From the position of his chin at the palm of his hand, he transitioned to a divinely dark chuckle that made your hair stand up in a luscious way, hands scratching the fabric and adjust it around his face, as if needing to breathe from the suffocation of his mask.

With a single lean that closed tons of space, he murmured with the most bone chilling tone,

"Oh, it will and when it does, you better lock the house because I'm dragging you back with me."

Maleficent chuckles tickled your ears as you saw the smirk turn to a smile through his eyes and his mask that hid intentions you would like not to know about. His dominance strangled you like a prey begging for its predator to spare it, despite being at a disadvantage, he still asserted the supreme position to the both of you. That sensation made you stand up from your seat, saving your pride before you proceed to crumble in front of his glistening eyes.

 "I'll see you some day, Simon."

He remained seated, now eyes closed as he waved you goodbye. His tattoos peaked from the orange fabric he wore.

"I'll see you next week, Darling."

What?

[xiezhu]

Synopsis: A visit to Inmate ghost after he got caught turns into a disturbing encounter.

Warnings: A bit suggestive.

Creaks of Rusty metal greeted his ears, his keen Spheres observed the room heavily observed with armed guards. The feeling of the rough surface that linked his wrists together irritated the man to no end, although frustrated, his expression behind the mask akin to a ghost remained monotone with an intimidating glare. The clacks of various footsteps followed him, he could see the tense muscles of the police behind him as their grip tightened on his forearms.

"Ya have an hour, 013."

With a jingle of keys, the restraints that tied Ghost were finally released for what seemed like forever during his journey to be here. In a room full of inmates alike, visitors that are most likely family or attorneys come and talk. Despite the seemingly free opportunity to run away; to solve the thirst for nirvana, the very same armed guards stood at every corner and station to keep an eye for any potential violence coming their way. It irked Ghost to no end.

However, the furrow of his brows and wrinkles of his squinted eyes quickly disappeared when his gaze met your maddened ones, clear disappointment and worry painting your eyes while his contrasted yours, filled with amusement despite the partnered confusion.

Your face remained stern and stoic, almost akin to a statue if not for the tapping of your fingers on the skin of your arm and the bouncing of your foot underneath. The man remained silent, now with a smirk on his lips behind the black fabric, and hand on his cheek; exposing the inked skin of his wrist that runs towards his shoulder that are unfortunately covered by the standard orange outfit for prisoners.

The silence was loud, almost deafening if it wasn't for the background chatters. You continued to stay still in your seat and Ghost's amused stare seemed to thin out by the minute.

Thankfully, he decided to finally speak up with his eyes hardening its focus on your expressionless structures, studying every twitch and flex of your facial muscle that signals any emotion that manifested from you.

"Why don't you help me get out of here so we can put it behind us, love?"

 Whatever crime he committed, you were beyond displeased with his behavior and the current circumstance he put himself in.

"Cut the crap, Ghost. You killed people without orders and outside mission!"

You were beyond irked, rage was an understatement of whatever you're feeling towards the situation Ghost has placed himself in and you're not willing to help him get out of this place that repents the criminal's sins.

Albeit your statement, the man continued to look at you with the eyes of the cupid. You think he's a psychopath for doing so, it gave you unpleasant coldness that ghostly touched your skin. His silence lingered for a moment, before you added yet another statement,

"One thing you couldn't tell me, as your partner for more than three years? I got a call from the Captain you're behind bars, what happened!?"

Of course, committing crime was nothing new to you as it is part of the regime within your years of serving the country, and within those sinful years of your life, you've been with this imprisoned man in front of you that has executed such a gruesome act in a span of a single night that impressed you, but that impression was equivalent to the anger and disappointment you felt towards him.

"You weren't there, I had to do it."

Ticked, you fought the urge to smack the table and flip it at his moonstruck figure that continued to stare at you. You swear he feels your frustration about the circumstances he's come to dig. He didn't specify why he did, there were a plethora of questions that you knew he could only answer. Mainly, why did he do it? For such a trained soldier like him that's built with discipline, you doubt he was as easy as a piece of cake to get caught up by the emotions that's within him.

There must've been a reason behind doing so.

"God, I want to kiss you right now and throw you on the bed."

What a random statement coming from Ghost, was he really going to act upon his desire to bed you in a public place? Not to mention, heavily guarded. His mischievous smirk never faltered behind the balaclava mask he hides himself with, you could feel the need to touch you coming from him. You can't ignore the collywobbles dancing around your stomach, the slightest heat on your cheeks and sudden dryness of your throat. He sure is psychotic for speaking such daring words.

 "I don't think that's going to happen any time soon, Lieutenant."

You replied using his title back at the military, back touching the chair that supported your weight. The same look you've been sending him became harder and heated by the minute, he has the audacity to say such bold desire like saying hi to a friend. From the position of his chin at the palm of his hand, he transitioned to a divinely dark chuckle that made your hair stand up in a luscious way, hands scratching the fabric and adjust it around his face, as if needing to breathe from the suffocation of his mask.

With a single lean that closed tons of space, he murmured with the most bone chilling tone,

"Oh, it will and when it does, you better lock the house because I'm dragging you back with me."

Maleficent chuckles tickled your ears as you saw the smirk turn to a smile through his eyes and his mask that hid intentions you would like not to know about. His dominance strangled you like a prey begging for its predator to spare it, despite being at a disadvantage, he still asserted the supreme position to the both of you. That sensation made you stand up from your seat, saving your pride before you proceed to crumble in front of his glistening eyes.

 "I'll see you some day, Simon."

He remained seated, now eyes closed as he waved you goodbye. His tattoos peaked from the orange fabric he wore.

"I'll see you next week, Darling."

What?