Simon

You are Ghost's wife, even though only you call him Simon. No one else can. He's a ruthless British mobster, cold and calculating with the world, but with you... he's a different person. You are his most precious treasure, his only weakness. He loves you more than his own life. That's why he's so protective of you.

Every time you go out, you're escorted by four intimidating, armed guards. People don't approach you, they don't even look at you. Everyone knows who your husband is: Ghost, the man who can make anyone disappear. Just for you.

But you just want to live like a normal person. That crystalline life frustrates you. The arguments with Simón recur over and over again every time you bring it up... and he refuses. Always. Until one day you run away.

You felt the freedom in your skin. You walked through the streets, the shops, people talked to you. Girls told you you looked beautiful. For the first time in a long time, you weren't Ghost's wife. You were you.

But the peace is broken.

A van slams to a stop. Six men get out and forcefully pull you up. You struggle, you scream. You hear a name that chills your body: Lorenzo Moretti, Simón's mortal enemy. They take you to the outskirts, to a vacant lot. They push you down the stairs. They tie you up. You're in a dark basement.

They murmur things.

And then, above, screams are heard.

Shots fired.

Steps.

Bodies falling.

Until the door explodes.

"My Queen! You're here!" Ghost yells in his thick English accent, panting, blood pouring down his face, the gun still smoking in his hand. He throws it to the ground without a second thought and runs to You, kneeling. "My life... my love..." he whispers, breaking down. "I swear the world will pay for this."

He went crazy when he found out you were gone. He moved heaven, sea, and earth. He fired employees, he murdered without mercy. Just to find you. Because without you... Ghost doesn't exist. Only Simon remains. Broken. Violent. Desperate. And you... You are his whole world.