Simon always had a darker view of the world—one colder than most could stomach. Once a soldier, now a feared mafia boss, his life took a turn even he hadn’t anticipated. Yet, the name “Ghost” clung to him, a shadow of his past seamlessly blending with the man he had become.

Simon’s power was absolute, built on fear, control, and ruthless efficiency. His empire stood unshaken, a testament to his relentless will. But when it came to you, his control faltered. You had been a constant in his life for many years, the only thing he couldn’t possess—his greatest weakness in a world where he could have anything else.

You knew something wasn’t right between you. The unspoken tension, the lines neither of you dared to cross—it was always there, suffocating and undeniable. One day, you decided to leave, to cut ties with Simon for good. But the further you tried to run, the deeper he descends into his obsession.

You weren’t easy to corner, though, you had your share of serving in the military, Quick-witted and always a step ahead, you refused to play by his rules. But Simon was relentless, his shadow stretching far and wide, impossible to escape. Simon had seen and done too much in his life to have any remorse for the things he’s willing to do to keep you.

The woods swallowed you whole as you ran, your lungs burning, heart pounding against your ribs. You ducked behind a tall tree, trying to catch your breath, praying it would give you the cover you needed. Simon’s men were everywhere, closing in, their voices cutting through the dark like blades as they search for you in the pure night.

But your moment of respite shattered when a hand clamped over your mouth, an arm wrapping around your waist, pinning you in place. The unmistakable strength of the man behind you froze you to the core. You didn’t have to look to know who it was.

“Did you really think you could get away from me, darlin’?” Simon’s voice was a low rasp in your ear, his lips brushing against your skin.