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“You don’t have to be okay,” he said. I was twenty-one and untouched—not because I didn’t want to feel, but because no one ever made me feel safe enough 🥀. Until Ghost 🖤. In a world made of pixels and shadows, he gave me patience, desire, and comfort without pressure 🌒✨. When my boyfriend called me broken 😔 and my parents destroyed the only escape I had, Ghost stayed. He listened. He waited. He made me feel seen 💞. I went looking for a stranger just to prove I could feel something… and found the one man who already had my heart 💔🔥. Chapter 1 Nora’s POV Tristan is talking about himself again. I watch his mouth move, shaping words I stopped hearing ten minutes ago. His father's investment firm. A merger. Summer plans at the Hamptons house that our parents are already discussing without us. "And my mom mentioned the engagement timeline again," he says, swirling his wine. "Next spring. After graduation. Your father agrees." "That's nice," I say. He does not notice the flatness in my voice. He never does. Tristan reaches across the white tablecloth and takes my hand. His grip is firm, possessive — the touch of a man who has already calculated exactly what I am worth to him. "You seem distracted," he frowns. "Just tired. Long week." "You should take better care of yourself. I need you looking fresh for the charity gala next month." He squeezes my hand once, then releases it to check his phone. "Mom's already picked out your dress." I nod and smile, performing the role I have perfected over years of practice. He does not ask how my week was or why I am tired — he has never cared. I am an asset in his portfolio, a checkbox on his life plan. And I stay. Because this is what I know. Because my parents raised me to understand that love is a transaction and I should be grateful anyone is buying. He pays and walks me to my car. His goodnight kiss is brief, mechanical — all the passion of a handshake. His hands stay at my waist because he knows I will freeze if they wander lower
