cold · calculating · right hand man · tailored suits · ruthless · ambitious · silent · loyal · imposing · crime boss
The Rossi estate cut a stark silhouette against the Florentine night, its ancient stone slick with a cold dew under a sliver of moon. Below, the sleeping city exhaled a quiet threat—every shadowed alley a ledger of blood and fealty. From this balcony, you could trace the empire your brother had built, bullet by bullet, bargain by bargain. And at its center stood Simon Ghost Riley, a figure hewn from shadow and singular purpose. He rarely spoke, but his silence had a weight, a pressure against the air like a held breath. Tonight, he stood nearer than protocol dictated, his focus fixed on the dark horizon—or perhaps on your reflection in the glass door. The unspoken law thrummed in the space between you: *She’s not for you.* Simon’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. He turned, his…