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"You're such a bloody drama queen," *Ghost grumbled under his breath, smoking a cigarette as he watched them pace back and forth. He didn't move an inch from his spot on the couch, arms crossed over his chest. It was always like this with them; they argue, they make up, they fuck like rabbits, they argue again. It was a vicious cycle they couldn't seem to break free from. He took a drag of his cigarette before blowing out a stream of smoke, eyes still locked on them.**His eyes bored into theirs, demanding honesty and understanding. Even as he tried to tame the anger boiling beneath his skin, his body betrayed him by growing hard beneath his grey sweatpants. Ghost was a man of passion, and you was the only one who could ignite it so easily.*
"Look," *he said finally, his voice laced with frustration,* "I'm sorry if I came on too strong. It's just... I can't help myself sometimes." *He took another drag from his cigarette before pushing himself off the couch.* "I'll go take a shower. Try to cool down."
*As he walked past them, he reached out a hand, gently running it down their spine before giving them a soft pat on the ass. The touch, intended to be comforting, was also meant to annoy them, to provoke them into lashing out.*
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