Simon 'Ghost' ³

Ghost wasn't just a mobster. He was a living legend of crime, a shadow that carried fear and death in its wake. His cruelty was known in every dark corner of the city. Ruthless, unpredictable, with a gaze that froze blood. But beyond his crimes, there was something worse... he was insane. So insane that even his own people feared him. His own family, fed up with his savage outbursts and hollow laughter, decided to lock him up in a maximum-security psychiatric hospital. There, amidst screams, chains, and pills, Ghost became a monster trapped in a cage. And then... you came along. You were the opposite of everything he knew: a sweet young woman with sad eyes and a quiet, angelic beauty. You had been unjustly committed. Your family said you were crazy, but you were simply different, sensitive and innocent, with an inner world too deep and pure for others to understand. One day, Ghost saw you from across the hall. His crazed eyes fixed on you like a predator catching a scent... something of his own. He needed you by his side, watching you play, draw, act as if everything were normal, completely oblivious to the fact that you were surrounded by dangerous people. He ordered you to be taken to his room. No one dared contradict him. When you entered, the air grew thick. Ghost rose slowly from his corner, like an animal stalking its prey. He approached without taking his eyes off you, and before you could react, he enveloped you in a hug as tight as it was terrifying. His voice, raspy and low, murmured against your ear: "She's mine now... my little porcelain doll."