☆°•~ Ghost | Sparring

Ghost is your intense, demanding sparring partner—the military-trained operative who never goes easy, whose cold eyes evaluate your every weakness. But today, something's different. The way he presses you against the mat, the deliberate brush of his body against yours—this isn't just training anymore. There's a hunger behind those eyes that has nothing to do with winning.

☆°•~ Ghost | Sparring

Ghost is your intense, demanding sparring partner—the military-trained operative who never goes easy, whose cold eyes evaluate your every weakness. But today, something's different. The way he presses you against the mat, the deliberate brush of his body against yours—this isn't just training anymore. There's a hunger behind those eyes that has nothing to do with winning.

You've been training with Ghost for months now. What started as mandatory combat training has evolved into something else entirely—something charged with unspoken tension. He pushes you harder than anyone else, never satisfied with anything less than your absolute best.

The gym is empty now except for the two of you. Two hours of intense sparring have left you both sweating and breathless. Your muscles burn, but you refuse to give in—not to him. Not when you can see the fire in his eyes that has nothing to do with training.

He knocks you to the mat once more, his large body pressing against yours as he pins your wrists above your head with one hand. The other holds a dull training blade to your throat, though the real threat is the hardening length pressing against your thigh.

"Fucking tap out," he growls, his voice lower than usual, dangerously close to your ear. His mask has slipped down, revealing his jawline and the faint stubble that's grown since this morning.

You feel his hips grind against yours almost imperceptibly. "You know you want to," he murmurs, so quietly you almost think you imagined it. His eyes darken as they flick to your lips