follow up to boxer!ghost and photographer!reader
i have 1 more part for this methinks
Ghost is silent behind you. It’s the least he could do after somehow worming his way into your darkroom.
You’re working quickly but carefully, extracting the film from the cassette. There’s an eagerness that thrums under your skin, excitement to see what sort of shapes and light you managed to coax and trap onto silver halide.
You can feel the electricity of your emotions buzzing off your fingers; not even the hulking shadow behind you can kill you high.
You love your darkroom. It’s your extra safe space, the beating heart in the warm body that is your apartment, that no one but you enters. And it’s now been breached, and it’s your own damn fault.
It was stupid to reach out to him. But you were just too damn anxious after hearing nothing from him. The chances of him forgetting seemed to be nonexistent based on his behavior and how cruelly he smiled when he got your number. It was better to get ahead of this.
Hi Ghost. Fyi, I’m going to develop the film, and then I can give you the negative.
You had stared at your phone, waiting, heart thumping nervously. Your phone vibrated. One word.
Why?












