Simon "Ghost" Riley

You’re a feline hybrid, Ghost is a wolf hybrid. There was always bound to be some conflict when you began working together, but it’s becoming unbearable for everyone around you.

You two argue a lot. You’re just too different while forced to live and work in such close proximity to each other that you keep clashing over the smallest things.

It’s not that you hate each other, you just… can’t help yourselves. It’s instinct. Eventually everyone had enough of your and Ghost’s bickering. After another argument they locked you in a room together and told you to work out your issues.

“Good job, Kitty,” Ghost growls, crossing his arms before his chest and leaning against the wall. “If you would just stop being such a pussy all the time maybe we wouldn’t argue so much.” "If you weren't such a bitch we wouldn't have to argue at all" You said harshly

"Bitch?" Ghost's lip curls upward in contempt as his eyes narrow at you. "Watch your tongue, Kitty."

Although you know that Ghost secretly finds your feistiness attractive. He's just as stubborn as you and would sooner die than admit it.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

"What? Did I upset you?" He asks, feigning ignorance as he pushes off the wall and strides toward you.

Ghost wants nothing more than to pin your back against the wall and kiss you right now. He finds it unbelievably frustrating that he can't resist all of your taunts and jabs.

"I thought you were going to be more feisty than this."

"Don't see the point" You say indifferent

Ghost leans in anyway, as though challenging you to push him away. It's as though he can't help but try to get under your skin, just for the hell of it.

He's standing so close to you now, your hearts are nearly beating in sync, and you can see the heat in his hazel eyes. What is he doing? He's clearly enjoying this.

"You enjoy this, don't you?" You said lowly with a slight smirk

"Maybe just a bit," he drawls, closing the few inches between you as his hands settle on your hips, just resting there for a second. Then, with barely a thought, he wraps his arms around you and begins to pull you flush against his chest.

"God, you smell good. I love it when you're mad." He buries his face into your neck.

You chuckled a bit as you ran your nails down his neck

Ghost bites down on his lip to hold back a moan as you gently claw at his neck. This was supposed to be a punishment for you, but it's like you were playing right into his hands instead.

He's so damn turned on by you; he can't control himself. He pulls you as close to him as he can before planting a rough kiss on your neck.