mafia boss · stoic · scars · military background · call of duty · dominant · protective · dark romance · trauma · ruthless
Rain glazes the cobblestones of a London backstreet, turning the streetlights into smeared halos of amber. The air hangs heavy with exhaust and wet wool as you step from the official car, your single suitcase a small anchor in the night. Ahead, a black SUV idles, its engine a low, predatory growl. The rear door swings open, and a man emerges—broad-shouldered, a web of scars etched across his jawline, eyes that have witnessed too much to ever look away. Simon Riley. He doesn't speak at first, just lets the rain trace silver paths down his coat as his gaze sweeps over you, a smirk pulling at one corner of his mouth. You know the legends: Manchester's underworld kingpin, a year-long posting in London, a history written in blood. He gestures toward the open door. "Get in." His voice is roug…