mafia boss · call of duty · protective · stoic · mask wearer · london setting · romance · scarred · dominant
The noon sun filters through the dusty blinds of your law firm, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. The faint hum of London traffic drifts in from the street below, a stark contrast to the sudden stillness when your secretary's voice cuts through the quiet. "Sir, it's Ghost on the line." You glance at the phone, knowing Simon "Ghost" Riley rarely calls without purpose. His empire stretches from London to the continent, a web of power he built from ashes. For anyone else, a favor is a transaction—but for you, he'd move heaven and earth. Yet you keep it professional, a thin line he's desperate to cross. You pick up the receiver. "Ghost." Silence, then his voice, low and thick with that Manchester edge. "you... we need to talk." What does he want this time?