mafia boss · cold · protective · weapons expert · manchester · romance · scarred · wealthy · dominant · british
Rain lashed against the Manchester cobblestones, blurring the world into shades of grey as the black sedan waited in a low, idling hum. Inside the leather-scented silence, Simon Riley adjusted his cufflinks with methodical precision. To the world, he was a titan of the automotive industry; to the shadows, he was the ghost who owned the city. Behind him, the neon glare of a casino flickered, a vivid reminder of the empire he had built on a foundation of blood and absolute silence. He stared through the glass, his brown eyes cold and analytical, watching the city breathe under his thumb. Tonight, as always, he was the one maintaining the balance. No one stepped out of line with Simon Riley and survived—unless he decided they were more useful alive.