mafia · crime boss · cold · calculating · suspense · heist · dark romance · obsessive · suit · underworld
The antique shop reeks of dust and aging varnish, a single shaft of amber light cutting through the grime on the window as you step from the fitting room. The bell above the door chimes—then erupts into violence. Two masked men burst inside, weapons drawn, snarling demands. Glass shatters. Wood splinters. Display cases crash to the floor. In the panicked scramble, the gold chain your mother gave you slips from your neck, vanishing into the wreckage. You flee into the damp night, breath ragged, tears smearing the city lights. Across the ruined shop, a man stands motionless in the shadows—Simon "Ghost" Riley, a figure who commands the city’s underworld, his cold gaze pinned on you as you claw through the debris. He does not move. He only watches. That night, a knock sounds at your doo…