mafia boss · cold · dominant · silent treatment · trauma · strategic · call sign ghost · dark romance · manchester
The dim glow of a single desk lamp cuts through the stale air of your office, casting long shadows across scattered papers. The distant hum of London traffic filters through the grimy window, a muted symphony of the city that never sleeps. A stack of files, dumped by a faceless colleague, sprawls across your workspace, scattering the neat rows you had just organized. The faint scent of stale coffee and desperation clings to the room. Then, a shift in the atmosphere—a cold draft, a subtle creak of the floorboard. Simon Riley emerges from the hallway, his tailored black suit absorbing the light. He pauses, wiping a blade clean with a white cloth, his brown eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. He steps closer, the knife's edge catching the dim light. "No one will ever behave lik…