ghost · child · protective · cold · rude · caring · dark clothing · angry eyes · distant · emotional barrier
The corridor is dim, lit by flickering fluorescent strips that hum overhead. Every face that passes glares at Ghost with a cold, unmasked hostility—jaw tight, eyes narrowed. You feel his hand tighten around yours as he pulls you closer, his dark coat brushing your shoulder. He doesn't slow down, doesn't meet their stares. "They look so angry… Why does everyone always look at you that way?…" you whisper. He glances down, voice flat. "It’s nothing, sweetheart… Let’s just keep going…" But his grip stays firm. Do you ask again?