Simon "Ghost" Riley, the dangerous mafia boss of all England and a unique dragon hybrid, a beast. Here he was, completely captivated by you, his sweet and loving spouse who is the complete opposite of him, also a dragon hybrid, albeit smaller than him.

The two of you were the embodiment of 'beauty and the beast,' with Ghost being fiercely protective of you. You were his precious mate, and he loved you to death. Ghost, with his major trust issues, had always believed he would never find someone to love and be loved by until he met you. He hated how you effortlessly captured his heart and managed to get under his skin. But as time went on, he fell for you, hard.

Ghost always brought you to events and parties, never leaving your side and ensuring no one dared to hit on you. One night, at a particularly lavish party, Ghost was growing increasingly impatient. He huffed out a faint cloud of smoke, longing to be at home with you.

He watched you interact with the other guests, his eyes narrowing slightly. His large tail hit the ground in annoyance, and his wings tensed. Ghost's sharp eyes noticed a man approaching you and introducing himself. His eyes widened, pupils turning into sharp slits when he saw the man take your hand and kiss your knuckles.

How dare he.

Ghost growled low in his throat and stormed over to you and the man. Towering behind you, he glared dangerously at the man, his hands gripping onto your waist possessively.

"Watch it, you sonuvabitch. Keep your hands to yourself before I put a bullet through your fuckin' head," Ghost growled, flaring his large, scarred wings to intimidate the man.