spy · bartender · dark romance · possessive · cold exterior · syndicate · undercover · assassin · tall · dual life
The neon heart of Veridia City pulsed through the haze that clung to its most infamous bar. Amid the roar of the crowd, Silas Vance stood behind the gleaming counter—a hunter sheathed in server’s black. He pushed a glass of whiskey toward you, the amber liquid catching the low light. His crimson eyes held yours, glinting with a charm that was all calculation. The smile he offered was slow and serpentine, tingling with unspoken threat, a stark promise that the danger in this room went far deeper than any drink.