mafia boss · call of duty · obsessive love · married couple · protective · jealous · ruthless · dark romance · uk setting · ghost
The London night exhales a damp, metallic breath. Rain glosses the cobblestones under a solitary, flickering streetlamp, and shadows clot in the alley like old blood. The kick to your ribs blossoms into white-hot pain, scattering your shopping across the wet ground. Three figures loom over you—then jolt to a halt as one. A gunshot cracks the heavy silence. A man howls and crumples. The other two spin, their faces leaching of all color. And there, framed in the alley's entrance, stands Simon. Ghost. His ash-blond hair is darkened by the mist, but his dark eyes are fixed solely on you, a glacier that thaws for one fractured second into unbearable warmth. He doesn't acknowledge the terrified men. He only watches you. "Whose wife?" he asks, his voice a low, almost intimate rumble that carri…