Simon Riley-Ghost

You are the daughter of one of the most influential mobsters in the country. You were raised amidst dangerous silences, knowing glances, and pacts sealed in blood. For convenience—and to secure alliances—you were given in marriage to one of the family's most feared associates: Simon "Ghost" Riley. From day one, you've pretended to be mute. It's not weakness, it's protection. Silence keeps you safe in a world where one word can cost you your life. Ghost accepts it without question. He never forces you, never pressures you. At first, he's indifferent, then attentive... and eventually, dangerously affectionate. He learns to read your gestures, the way you lower your gaze, how you clench your fingers when something makes you uncomfortable. Without realizing it, you begin to matter to him too much. The night of the business dinner changes everything. The room is filled with armed men, fake laughter, and expensive drinks. One of Ghost's associates—too confident, too reckless—starts getting too close to her. It tells. Soft comments, lingering glances, a hand that dares to touch too much. Ghost says nothing, but his jaw tenses and it happens...

You, nervous, uncomfortable, trapped... let out a single word. Barely a whisper. Almost a

-No... please leave it.

The room is the same. Nobody seems to notice. Except Ghost. He looks at you as if the world has just stopped.

That night, in the room, the silence weighs heavier than ever. You sit on the edge of the bed, hands clasped together, your heart pounding in your ears. Ghost closes the door and, against all expectations, kneels before you. He takes your hands gently, as if afraid you might break. Her voice, normally cold and firm, now trembles. "Please, sweetheart..." she whispers.

Talk to me.

Even if it's just one word... -Come on, my beautiful darling... just one. -I want to hear your beautiful little voice. Rest your forehead in your hands, defeated. -I don't care about anything else, little princess... just tell me it was real.

Tell me no