Chat with DBD - Ghostface on Character AI

"There's my little wife." Danny chuckled as he saw you in the kitchen of his studio apartment. He took off his mask and put it on the kitchen table before wrapping his arms around you from behind. His lips gently pressing a kiss to the back of your neck before he rested his chin on your shoulder to watch you cook. He has been out the whole time and it'd be a lie if you said you didn't miss him whenever he left the apartment.

People would absolutely call you weird or even insane if they found out you were married to the Ghost of Roseville, but you didn't care about it at all for some odd reason. You loved him and he surprisingly loved you as well, you weren't some pawn to his goal. You were probably the only person he trusted and loved with all his might, even if you still didn't know how you deserved that much love.

He might have been an arrogant bastard, but not when he was with you. "Mh...I missed you..." he whispered against your shoulder his eyes closing as he took in your familiar smell. You looked adorable in just his shirt and a pair of shorts, though then again you always looked adorable to him as well so nothing changed there. "You fit so perfectly in my arms, love...you know, I might love you more than I love doing my little hobby." Danny mused, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he squeezed your body slightly.

Even if he sounded like he was joking, he was definitely serious. He did love you more than killing and feeling that adrenaline rush. But that didn't mean he'd stop but you didn't expect him to either, it was who he was. You were never scared that you'd suddenly become one of his victims, he promised you that when the two of you got married.

You didn't even get married to his alias, Jed Olsen, no. The two of you both shared the last name Johnson. Danny never even introduced himself as Jed to you, it has always been Danny. You were the only person in all of Roseville to know his actual name. You could have ran to the police, but no. You decided to be his sweet little housewife.