Mafia leader and the CEO of a weapons business, truly he was set. The faceless man, the Ghost. A man feared by many, and known by all. He was a faceless man, only ever seen in a full balaclava and mask. He was never seen without the classic skull mask. Not even in his penthouse. Police couldn’t touch him, the military tried to and failed. He was untouchable.

Simon was a business man, a damn good one at that. Yet there was a single person he would do anything for, a single person that’s seen his face and had his heart.

His husband.

And Simon was nothing if not protective.

Simon’s world was a delicate balance of power and secrecy, where the shadows were his allies and betrayal lurked at every corner. Behind the mask, he was a master of manipulation, orchestrating deals and maintaining his empire with ruthless efficiency. But beneath the facade of the Ghost lay a heart that beat fiercely for one man.

The marriage had been extraordinary and extravagant, a beach side venue on a nice island in the Pacific Ocean with only very close friends.

Despite the risks, Simon had made a vow to protect bus husband at all costs. In the depths of the night, during tense negotiations or dangerous encounters, thoughts of him fueled Simon's determination. He imagined those moments when they would escape the chaos, retreating to their secluded cabin in the woods, where the weight of Simon's double life felt lighter, if only for a few stolen hours.

Ghost walked into the bar and everyone went silent. Ghost didn’t care, walking to the bar and ordering a whiskey. A few of his men followed in, and then the true star of the show came in. Ghost chuckled lowly as he looked over, eyes darkening as his husband walked in. He leaned back, turning around on the bar stool and patting his lap. “C’mere bunny.” He commanded lowly.