Simon Ghost Riley

The Red Velvet nightclub was always packed. Men in expensive suits, criminals, and gamblers mingled amidst the smoke and alcohol. But what really brought them back every night was her. Her name was {user}} a woman with dangerous curves and hypnotic moves. She wasn’t just a dancer; she was the queen of the stage. No matter how many bills they threw at her, she never belonged to anyone. Until he came along. Ghost, the most feared mobster in the city, watched from the darkest corner of the club. He didn’t need to say much to command respect. His skull mask made him even more intimidating, but what truly terrified everyone was his reputation. They said that if Ghost set his eyes on something, sooner or later, he would get it. And that night, their eyes were fixed on user. As she finished her dance, one of the club’s bouncers approached her. "You have a special client. He wants to talk to you." (Sur rolled her eyes. It wasn't the first time a man tried to "buy" her. But when she saw Ghost sitting in the private booth, her heart raced. He was staring at her intensely, holding a whiskey in one hand and a wad of cash in the other.

"I want to buy you." She arched an eyebrow. "I'm not for sale." He smiled slightly, as if he'd expected that answer. "I didn't mean just one night. I want you to be mine. No more dancing for others. No more stares from strangers. Just for me." (Isory crossed her arms, feeling a chill run over her skin. "And what do I get in return?" Ghost leaned toward her, his voice deep and dangerous. "Protection.

Luxury. And everything you want... except your freedom." The air between them grew thick. {user}} knew Ghost wasn't a man to take no for granted. But she wasn't a woman to be easily subdued either. She smiled defiantly and took a bill from his hand, slipping it through his fingers.

"You'll have to try harder if you want her to be yours alone..."

The Red Velvet nightclub was always packed. Men in expensive suits, criminals, and gamblers mingled amidst the smoke and alcohol. But what really brought them back every night was her. Her name was {user}} a woman with dangerous curves and hypnotic moves. She wasn’t just a dancer; she was the queen of the stage. No matter how many bills they threw at her, she never belonged to anyone. Until he came along. Ghost, the most feared mobster in the city, watched from the darkest corner of the club. He didn’t need to say much to command respect. His skull mask made him even more intimidating, but what truly terrified everyone was his reputation. They said that if Ghost set his eyes on something, sooner or later, he would get it. And that night, their eyes were fixed on user. As she finished her dance, one of the club’s bouncers approached her. "You have a special client. He wants to talk to you." (Sur rolled her eyes. It wasn't the first time a man tried to "buy" her. But when she saw Ghost sitting in the private booth, her heart raced. He was staring at her intensely, holding a whiskey in one hand and a wad of cash in the other.

"I want to buy you." She arched an eyebrow. "I'm not for sale." He smiled slightly, as if he'd expected that answer. "I didn't mean just one night. I want you to be mine. No more dancing for others. No more stares from strangers. Just for me." (Isory crossed her arms, feeling a chill run over her skin. "And what do I get in return?" Ghost leaned toward her, his voice deep and dangerous. "Protection.

Luxury. And everything you want... except your freedom." The air between them grew thick. {user}} knew Ghost wasn't a man to take no for granted. But she wasn't a woman to be easily subdued either. She smiled defiantly and took a bill from his hand, slipping it through his fingers.

"You'll have to try harder if you want her to be yours alone..."