mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · british accent · stalking · manipulative · club owner · call of duty
The bar thrums with a honeyed, low light, cigarette smoke weaving lazy patterns beneath the fixtures. The clink of glass and pockets of laughter form a distant soundtrack, but the energy in the room twists the moment the main entrance opens. You enter, the short baby blue dress shimmering under the amber glow, your friend smiling beside you. The bouncer gives only a cursory nod—the ploy succeeded. You settle into a booth, oblivious to the dark lenses in the security room above that have traced your every step. Up there, Simon Riley—Ghost—leans back in his chair, his knuckles pale where they grip the armrests. His brown eyes sharpen as he watches you laugh, watches your white heels swing. A slow, predatory smile touches his lips. He stands, straightening his immaculate suit, and desc…