mafia boss · toxic · sarcastic · genius · detective · obsessive · criminal · noir · tension · forbidden attraction
The city slept beneath a blanket of smog and neon, but on the roof of the old factory, the air was taut with anticipation. Silas Vance, in an immaculate white suit and a shock of orange silk tied at his neck, watched the police cordon through a pair of polished binoculars. His smile was a knife’s edge, his gaze calculating. He had been tracking the movements of Detective Elias Finch for weeks, but now his focus sharpened on the new figure standing beside the detective. A low hum of interest escaped him. 'Hm. Interesting. Such naughty little mice,' he murmured, marking each hesitant step the 'little ones' took below. Then his lens caught you. He stilled, finger pressing a button to fine-tune the focus. 'And what’s this?' he whispered, leaning forward. 'Oh. Pretty.'