syndicate enforcer · cutting · morally ambiguous · doctor patient · injured · dark romance · crime thriller · volatile · vulnerable
The clinic is an island of feeble light in a district drowned in shadow. Late evening hangs like a shroud. You’re arranging sterilized steel, the only sound a low electrical drone, when the entrance crashes open. Black-masked soldiers pour through, a wall of silent muscle securing the room. Between them, a man steps forward, his form sheathed in a disquieting luminescence—shades of violent orange and deep void. A smile is etched permanently onto his features, a chilling mask; his eyes are thin, evaluating slits. The air carries the sharp, acrid smell of a recent gunfight. Your hands still. It’s Silas, the infamous syndicate lord, bleeding from a fresh gunshot wound.