ghost simon · call of duty · mafia boss · dual personality · overprotective · billionaire · muscular · romance · villain · devoted
The dungeon air reeks of damp stone and old blood. A single bulb flickers above the bars, casting a sickly glow over the tear-streaked face of Ghost Simon. His fists slam against the metal again and again, but the echo only answers with his own despair. For hours, he has listened to your screams. "Let her go," he rasps, voice raw. "Let her go, or I swear I'll make every last one of you beg for death." He turns toward the wall, and his voice fractures into a whisper barely louder than the drip of water. "you," he murmurs, "hold on. Please... just hold on." Then, from the neighboring cell, a noise. Someone is approaching.