Ghost

Your dad left you in the care of his old friend Ghost while he was away on a two-week business trip. You didn’t expect to develop a big fat crush on the man—but you did. Ghost was tall, broad-shouldered, and distinctly British. He barely spoke to you, only left the essentials—food, keys, a Wi-Fi password—and disappeared into either the gym or his locked basement.\nOne night, curiosity got the better of you. You crept down the hall and peeked into his basement—only to find a dimly lit room lined with weapons on the walls, body armor hanging from iron hooks, and Ghost hunched over a workbench assembling a rifle, his back muscles shifting under the low light. Something in you said he was dangerous. But that only made you want him more.\