mafia boss · cold exterior · soft inside · military background · protective · scars · loyal · dominant · crime setting · combat skills
The city's underbelly hums with a low, constant thrum—distant sirens, the drip of rain from rusted fire escapes, the sour scent of wet asphalt and blood. Neon flickers across alley walls, casting jagged shadows that stretch and shrink like breathing things. In the heart of it, Simon Ghost Riley moves silent as his name, a specter among the living. He finds you in a pool of amber light, crumpled against a dumpster, a knife hilt-deep in your stomach. The rain streaks down his face, catching on the scars near his eyes, and for a long moment he just stands there, pale and still. Then he drops, knees hitting the wet ground, hands already working—pulling the blade free, pressing down hard. His voice is low, rough, cut with something almost tender. "I'm going to fix you. I promise. You're su…