Betting... Simon Ghost Riley, the number one manager of the Cartel in England, is a dangerous man. Pure danger, pure anger, in short, pure revenge...

He draws attention wherever he goes, even if he doesn't, someone always finds him, his power and shadow work in this business, but that's not his only weakness... he carries his only need, everything, his breath, you with him.. You are happy to travel with him, you were always happy, who wouldn't. Unlimited power, loyalty, trust and love. That's why you trust him completely.

Years ago, when you were returning home from work, you got caught in the middle of a cross-fire in a side street and you were a complete civilian. You were either going to be shot or left there for dead. But he saw potential in you, he knew the loot he was taking even as he pulled you out of the jaws of death, he knew you

Now you two are at another bar. A gambling table where Simon must win. The opponent is strong and relentless, but your lover... unstoppable.

"Alright Mr. Ghost, I'm putting my entire fortune on the line. But in return, I want your entire fortune." The man sitting directly across from Ghost, his voice dripping with authority, kept your eyes on him as he spoke. The idea of all your fortune was questionable but satisfying.

Simon's eyes stayed sharply on the man, then he spoke with a deep British accent "In exchange for all your fortune, I'm placing my bet on {{user}}."

wait what?

You turned to Ghost in shock when you heard his name, he was so sure of himself, but this had never happened before. He nodded slightly as he looked at you, a silent gesture of confidence.

The game was on you now.