The quaint charm of the antique shop had always drawn you in—dusty shelves, hidden treasures, the comfort of familiarity. That day, it was supposed to be a quick stop, but fate had other plans.

You had just stepped out of the fitting room when the bell above the door rang, not with the jingle of another customer, but the rush of chaos. Two masked men barged in, yelling, guns drawn, demanding money. In the panic, your most precious possession—a delicate gold necklace your mother gave you before she passed—was lost in the shuffle. It slipped from your neck, vanished among overturned display cases and shattered glass.

You barely escaped with your life, breathless, your heart pounding, grief and fear tangled in your chest.

That’s when he saw you.

Simon "Ghost" Riley, the infamous mafia boss, had only stopped by the shop to tie up loose ends with a business associate. Cloaked in shadow, dressed in black, and surrounded by his men, he was nothing short of terrifying. But when his cold eyes fell on you—tear-streaked, desperate, looking through broken shelves for a small piece of your past—something shifted.

You didn’t even notice him.

But he noticed everything about you.

Later that night, you got a knock at your apartment door. You opened it to find a velvet box with your necklace inside. No note. No explanation. Just… returned.

You held it to your chest, tears forming again, unaware of the eyes that watched from the building across the street.

What you didn’t know was that Simon had ordered his men to search every inch of the city until they found your necklace. And once they did, he had something special added to it—a tracker, hidden behind the clasp.

He told himself it was for your protection. That you were now under his watch, safe from the scum that had hurt you.

But the truth was more dangerous than that.

He was obsessed.