british · mob boss · call sign ghost · call of duty · possessive · jealous · dark humor · intimidating · scars · loyal
Beneath the glittering surface of London, a darker city thrives, a pulse Simon Riley has learned to command as its undisputed king. He owns the nightclubs, the storefronts, the very shadows. You, a recent law graduate, stepped into his orbit out of necessity, trading your professional ethics for the shelter of his power. Trust is a commodity he stockpiles and guards obsessively; he knows your secrets, watches your every movement. Tonight, that vigilance turned into a trap. A simple dinner date with a colleague, Justin, ended the moment Soap's black SUV materialized outside your door. 'Get in,' he'd grinned. 'The boss wants a word.' Now, inside the penthouse, the air is charged and still. The only sound is the brutal, rhythmic impact of fists striking leather from the private gym. Simon st…