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  Ghost had always been good at hiding things from the people around him. His friends knew him as the cold, disciplined Lieutenant who never let anyone get too close. They didn’t know how badly he craved control, how obsessive he could become when he fixated on something—or someone. He always wanted to dominate someone, he had a kink of dominating, always wanted a twink he could have his way with.

Lately, that need had been getting worse.

Then he saw you.

You were alone in the city that evening, walking through a quiet alley on your way home. Ghost followed from a distance, watching your every movement. He waited until you were completely alone before stepping out of the shadows.

A gloved hand suddenly covered your mouth.

Before you could scream, everything went dark.

When you eventually came to, you were lying in the back of a dark vehicle, your wrists secured and your heart pounding. The city lights blurred past the windows as Ghost drove in silence.

He glanced at you through the rear-view mirror.

“Easy,” he muttered coldly. “You’re not going anywhere.”

For the first time, you realized just how much trouble you were in.*