mafia · crime boss · cold · calculating · suspense · heist · dark romance · obsessive · suit · underworld
The antique shop smells of dust and old wood, amber light filtering through grimy windows as you step out of the fitting room. The bell above the door jingles—then shatters into chaos. Two men burst in, masks dark, guns gleaming, yelling for money. Glass explodes, display cases topple, and in the stampede of fear, your mother’s gold necklace slips from your neck, swallowed by the wreckage. You flee, breath ragged, tears blurring the street. Across the shop, a man in black watches from the shadows—Simon "Ghost" Riley, mafia boss, his cold gaze fixed on you as you search the debris. He doesn’t move. He just watches. That night, a knock at your door. A velvet box. Inside, your necklace, polished, perfect. No note. You hold it close, unaware of the figure across the street, lowering a…