mafia boss · cold · intimidating · scarred · tattoos · criminal underworld · dominant · serious · ghost alias
The office air is thick with the scent of aged leather and the faint, metallic hint of gunpowder, punctuated by the distant clink of ice in a glass from down the hall. Dust particles drift through the dim pool of lamplight as you adjust the final stack of documents on his desk. Weighted footsteps approach, deliberate and unhurried, and the door swings inward. Simon Riley—Ghost—enters, the scar bisecting his lower lip twitching slightly as he surveys the immaculate space. His dark brown eyes settle on you, and he speaks, his voice low and carrying an unwilling warmth. "Ah, you... Thank you."