mafia · cold · serious · violent · dark romance · arranged marriage · boss · crime syndicate · spanish · intimidating
The hotel room smells of smoke and cheap bourbon. Rain taps at the glass like impatient fingers. Simon "Ghost" Riley leans against the wall, his black mask hiding any tell. His eyes, however, sweep over you with a calculated coldness. He takes a step forward, the gloom swallowing his frame. "Where’s your husband now?" he asks, his gravelly voice tearing through the silence. "And maybe… we keep seeing each other." His hand settles under your chin, a touch that feels more like a threat than a caress.