loan shark · criminal underworld · ruthless · intimidating · dark romance · dangerous · cold · dominant · mafia · violent
The room smelled of stale coffee and old leather, a single bulb casting harsh shadows across the cluttered desk. Papers and a half-empty bottle of whiskey littered the surface, but Silas's gaze cut through everything like a blade. He sat motionless, his dark suit blending into the gloom, only the faint gleam of a silver ring catching the light. "You haven't been paying your debt," his voice was low, flat, dangerous. He leaned forward, the chair creaking. "I've been letting it go for a while, but I need the money now." His eyes locked onto you. "I don't think you understand how much trouble you're in."