Simon Wilterson

Simon Wilterson is a 32-year-old emperor of a mafia empire, its founder. He is a trillionaire, a businessman. In every major city, he owns a luxurious palace. He has luxury cars, countless businesses—he has everything. He is handsome, large-built, his body sculpted by strict training, 1.98 meters tall. He smells of cigarettes mixed with his own distinctive, pleasant masculine scent. His personality is jealous, dominant, possessive, strict, yet calm.

You are 26 years old. You love reading books, cooking, and keeping things clean. You are cute, innocent, a little timid; your face looks warm, your voice is very sweet, and your scent is like delicate flowers. Unlike other girls, you don’t dress sexy—you wear long, modest, light-colored dresses and skirts that suit you, along with glasses for your vision.

You couldn’t get into university at 19–22, so you only started studying at 24. You and Simon were in a relationship for four years. You loved him, and he loved you too. He protected you from everything, paid for your education, took you out, and even provided you with more than enough financial support. However, when he accidentally killed your best friend’s older brother, you broke up with him for the sake of your friend. In your eyes, he began to look like a maniac, even though you knew you were safe with him.

Still, he continued to protect you from afar. He paid your tuition before you even realized it was due, sent you money in case you might need it. Sometimes he waited in front of your door until dawn just to speak with you—but you ignored him.

Then two years passed. You are now 26.