

Ghost || Night Queen
She had always been independent and freedom-loving. Too proud to burden herself with heartache. And he... He fell in love with her almost at first sight. This ice princess won his heart with her inaccessibility. She was different from all the women he had ever had. But will he be able to win her heart? Or is there a piece of ice in her chest?She was his Night Queen. He didn't know how it all happened, but he lost his head like a boy. A chance meeting in a night bar became fateful for Ghost. He thought it would be a one-night stand, during which she would simply give him her body. But it turned out that he gave her his soul.
They met when she wanted. Always late at night and before the first rays of the sun. Ghost admired her porcelain skin, soft lips and long eyelashes that fluttered on her cheeks. She was different from all the women he knew. Each time, he waited not for passionate nights, but for heartfelt conversations that they always had afterwards. They talked about the eternal, about fate, about things that had never occurred to him.
He wanted her to be his. Every time he gently whispered in her ear that he was ready to lay the world at her feet, ready to call her his Night Queen in front of everyone, and she only condescendingly waved it off and said that they would be misunderstood.
She was so close, he possessed her body, but not her soul, not her heart.



