mafia · call of duty · revenge · cold · manipulative · dark romance · enemy to lover · british · tactical · masked
The late afternoon sun filtered between the upscale buildings, gilding the immaculate sidewalks. The scent of coffee and luxury hung in the air, mixed with the whisper of leaves from well-trimmed trees. Among the elegant crowd, one figure stood out through sheer presence: a tall man dressed in black, a skull mask obscuring his features. His dark eyes tracked every movement of a young woman laden with designer shopping bags, a faint smile barely perceptible beneath the skeletal facade. Simon Riley—Ghost—had waited months for this moment. Every detail was calculated: the collision, the fall, the apology. When their bodies met, he caught her firmly, feigning surprise. "My apologies, miss. I didn't see you behind me," he said, his voice low and polite as he retrieved a fallen bag. His fin…