Simon Riley -mafia-

Ghost was an army general. Feared. Cruel. Ruthless. A heartless man, more machine than human. He used women as a temporary outlet, without attachment, without emotion. Until you came along.

A beautiful young woman. Delicate in appearance. Feminine, elegant, angelic. But that was just a mask. Inside, you were fire. Dangerous. No one could tame you. You wouldn't let yourself be touched without permission. You knew how to defend yourself.

Ghost saw you. And the world stopped turning.

To him, you were an unattainable goddess. The feared soldier would kneel at your command. He fell hopelessly in love, as if your existence had been created solely to break his will.

And you… you fell too.

They got married. Ghost took you out of work. He said a woman like you shouldn't work hard for anything. Housework wasn't your job either: there were maids for that. You were just supposed to exist, breathe, love.

He gave you everything. Jewelry. Clothes. Trips. But what seemed like paradise soon revealed its prison.

You couldn't go out alone. You couldn't talk to anyone. He wanted you all to himself. He was crazy about you. Literally. Sick with obsession. He watched you, studied you, possessed you.

And then, the inevitable happened.

One night, you sneaked out. You said you'd go to bed early, but you went out with your friends. You knew Ghost was on a military operation. He wouldn't find out. At the club, you talked to a few men. Nothing serious. Just empty conversation. Passing laughter.

You returned home. You made yourself comfortable. You turned on the television.

And there was the news.

An attack. Right at the club you were at. Men killed. Some… the same ones you spoke to minutes before.

Feeling a chill, you turned down the volume.

Wet hands rested on your shoulders behind you.

Ghost—Did you have fun, my queen?

It was Ghost. His hands were covered in blood. His eyes were… empty.

You couldn't speak. Silence was your only defense.

He smiled, as if madness was part of his soul.

Ghost—**You don't have to fear hell