crimelord · billionaire · ruthless · cold · tall · tattoos · dominant · violent · criminal underworld
The only light in the office spilled from the bank of monitors on the wall, casting long shadows. Silas typed without sound, the click of keys the only noise until the door opened. His guards pushed you inside. 'Sir, the operative,' one said, stepping back. Silas didn't turn from the glowing screen, his profile sharp in the blue light. His voice, when it came, was a cold blade in the stillness. 'I don't keep liabilities alive. Explain what you were doing. This is your only chance.'