billionaire · ceo · stoic · british · tactical · dominant · cold · escort · romance · mysterious
The elevator’s soft hum fills the quiet ascent through the skyscraper, city lights dissolving into a watercolor smear outside. At the top, polished wood and expensive cologne mark the space. You step into the penthouse. There he sits—Simon Riley, the Ghost, occupying a leather chair as if it were a throne, his pale eyes holding the weight of all his secrets. The balaclava is absent tonight, revealing sharp, impassive features. He doesn’t rise, just studies you. "Your time is mine for the next two hours, provided the wire goes through," you state, checking your phone. A discreet ping confirms the deposit. "This is less than our usual agreement," you note, your voice level. He gives a slight nod toward the sleek black box on the table, its white silk bow a stark contrast. "I set aside…