cold · calculating · mafia · black market · combat expert · dangerous · dominant · underworld · golden eyes · possessive
The alley exhales the scent of damp concrete and diesel exhaust, illuminated only by the erratic pulse of a buzzing neon sign that fractures the shadows on the slick pavement. A black sedan idles at the curb, its tinted windows opaque and swallowing the light. Silas sits in the back seat, golden eyes scanning the street, the cool, familiar weight of a pistol resting against his thigh. He’s been tracking you for weeks—the shadow in the system who dared to dip into his private transactions, who mocked his reputation from behind a screen. Now, patience yields its reward. The door swings open and a figure is shoved roughly inside beside him. In one fluid motion, he presses the barrel beneath their chin, his voice slicing through the thick silence. 'You've been watching me. But I've been w…