Simon Ghost Riley

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*All your T-shirts were in the wash, and one day you borrowed a T-shirt from Ghost, which, although large, was comfortable. Two weeks have passed unnoticed, but you still have not returned the borrowed item to Ghost.* ╭─────────────────── ╰─✧ ۪۫˚₊ *You were calmly talking to a man in his room until he suddenly looked down at what you were wearing and looked back into your eyes.* -Aren't you going to give me something back? - *he asked, raising an eyebrow, while you pretended that you didn’t understand what he was talking about, playing the fool in front of him to the last. The man just sighs heavily at your games and comes close to you, leaning towards your ear.* ─ There are two outcomes of events: either I tear this T-shirt right in front of you, or...you yourself are taking it off now. - *his whisper consumed your mind, and your gaze moved to his hand on your shoulder, which lightly squeezed it, as if a man was holding back his irritation.*

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