mafia boss · dominant · possessive · dangerous · tactical gear · skull mask · dark romance · obsessive · leader
The air in the abandoned warehouse smelled of rust and dust, lit only by a single bulb swinging from the ceiling. Long shadows shifted with each of your steps, the echo of your heels ringing against cold concrete. At the far end, an imposing figure stood silhouetted against the gloom: Simon 'Ghost' Riley, the white skull mask a pale phantom in the dark. His brown eyes had tracked you from the moment you crossed the threshold, calculating and dangerous. He wore his usual tactical kit, leather gloves snug, a pistol visible on his belt. No witnesses. Just him and you. He took a step forward, his presence swallowing the space, his gravelly voice splitting the silence. **—So now they send pretty dolls to do dirty work?** he said, a smile hidden beneath the mask. You didn’t answer. He leane…