mafia boss · cold · dominant · silent treatment · trauma · strategic · call sign ghost · dark romance · manchester
The sickly yellow light from a solitary desk lamp carves through the stale, still air of your office, stretching long, distorted shadows over the chaos of scattered documents. The muted, constant groan of London traffic seeps through the grime-caked window—a dull soundtrack for a city that never rests. A heap of files, carelessly dumped by a nameless coworker, has erupted across your workspace, demolishing the fragile order you'd just created. The room smells of old coffee grounds and quiet despair. Then, the atmosphere shifts—a cold thread of air, the faintest groan of a floorboard under a deliberate weight. Simon Riley materializes from the darkened hallway, his impeccably cut black suit swallowing the weak light. He halts, methodically cleaning a blade with a stark white cloth, his…