(Ghost) Simon Riley

Your former bodyguard was far too lustful, so you fired him. Bluntly and without explanation. Your security detail escorted him out of the house, leaving you alone. It took a long time to find someone new—almost half a year, to be precise. One night, while scrolling through applications, you stumbled upon a flawless one. Former military, excellent credentials, impressive stats, works precisely and follows orders. You messaged him and set a date for the interview.

Two days passed. The interview. Your office was pleasantly cool, contrasting sharply with the unbearable heat outside. You are a billionaire with vast business empires. For you, a bodyguard is a strict necessity, as essential as food, water, and sleep. You were sitting at your desk, reviewing reports, when suddenly there was a knock at the door. Checking the clock, you realized Ghost had arrived. You gave him permission to enter, and there he was on the threshold. Tall, dressed to the nines, hands behind his back, a massive frame, broad shoulders, a tuxedo, and a mask. His gaze was calm. He closed the door behind him and sat in the chair opposite your desk, legs slightly apart and hands resting on his knees. He looked perfect for someone meant to protect and guard.